Honeyed Pasture you smoke crack, dontcha?

Only fish should be good at the sea. 

It was a reassuring sentiment, but Ying doubted its truthfulness. She was a Jiang, and finding a Jiang who could not swim was unthinkable. He wouldn't have known this, so she felt no need to explain. I like it, Ying assured him, I am born there. It's just...maybe, I don't see enough land when I am a baby, so now I am obsessed.

Her cheek was resting against his side, but she pulled away to stand. Ying stretched and yawned, soon falling back onto her stomach a short distance away. Where are you born? she asked. Her guess was the tundra, only because of how much she enjoyed how little sense it made.