Ocean's Breath Plateau brushing up on irony

she shook her head as he bowed for her, a pained smile curling her lips as the kind but ragged head arrives.

ah, have i caught you at a bad time? she then presents the gem. i've brought this as a gift. think of it as an apology. guilt wracks her for dragging the clearly tired Rodyn to his borders, but she remains as poised as she was during the first exchange with him. This time, the scent of red sand faded ever so slighty, showered by saltwaters from her frequent baths in the oceans as well as her visit to the hermit boy's isle — a boy who for some reason continues to nag her tired mind.

my stay won't be for long. akashingo has important things needed to be discussed with all of the moon tribes.. the nebet speaks quietly, almost strained. i just thought it would be wise to start with moontide.