Jade Fern Grove the gods envy us

arbiter dokuga; as expected her last name does not ring any bells of recognition within kraken's mind. a small noncommittal noise is made in his throat, some unspoken, kraken-exclusive version of 'it's a pleasure'. though he will and can talk for long intervals of time if needed, he tends to find such as a necessary evil. perhaps he had not always been that way — he can no longer remember — but since the drop he was not the same careless boy he might've been prior.

at her next inquiry, his ears flicker casually. a storm, he says, with a small twitch of his lips. and the raging sea. he adds, subtly letting on that once he is sure the storm has passed he will be returning to the coast.