Ocean's Breath Plateau Buried alive inside my dreams, but it was all a fake-out

Ariadne — was that the name to go with the new scent Chakliux carried? It was not jealousy that prickled at Marina but a yawning sense of loss; of falling further from what she felt was already a low place in his list of priorities. For the first time the vast differences of culture between them seemed near-insurmountable.

But she could not find the words to say this, and so she did not.

With so many moons, the tide won't know which way to move, She teased lightly instead, warming under his affection but dwindling in her own return. Will you hunt for that village, too?