Ocean's Breath Plateau taimma ➻

The answer flows from her like a riddle and he detests the way it twists and turns in his head, and presumes by the way she speaks that she has no answer worth giving to him. He watches the horizon again, staring after it like a petulant child while a flare of his own frustration simmers. Revui's age-old hatred of the spoken word rears its head.

You were cruel to me, Kukutux trembles.
I wish that you would tell me why.

Is this another riddle? His eyes are like polar ice, frigid and distant, and he is slow to react - which for Revui was not uncommon. The darkness on the horizon appears to deepen and a salt-riddled wind pulses across the plateau; but still he does not speak. Petrichor mists around them; he looks down finally when he notices the stone has taken on a pattern not unlike a robin's egg - irregular and spotted.

I was angry, is all he offers, finally.

Although he's watching the stone his brow furrows. I don't know why. I know that... I was wrong to say what I did. His words had hurt her, which was a power he never thought he'd have, and one he had misused. There was a deep tension in his chest as he spoke this, which he ignored, unfamiliar with such a thing as heart ache.