Tale Of The Unloving Sea

Kuzunoha laughed. A soft, amused sound that echoed through our telepathic link, carrying with it a certain self-indulgent theatricality that I had long since grown accustomed to.

"Oh, my love," she purred, voice honeyed with mischief. "You always ask the most delightful questions. Do you truly wish to hear of the Unloving Sea? To know the tale of that which should never have been?"

I leaned back into my seat, balancing my cup of tea between my fingers. Naosi could already tell that I was having a serious conversation within a private telepathic channel, but I was actually too lazy to multitask my brain and have two conversations happening at the same time. "Considering that its so-called native specimen has started appearing near my bastion, I'd say I have every right to demand an answer."

A hum of approval. "Fair enough~"