A short guffaw. I ain't the type to ask things I already know the answer to, he remarked good-naturedly, his head rising towards the coast that now stretched before them. A soft 'hmph'. First this... 'Mythris' place, huh? Where's this now? He spoke—mostly to himself—with a tonality reduced to a low hum. He rose, meticulously striding over the greenery and halting where the turf met sand. How peculiar.

A white-tipped tail slithered over the ground to rest against his forelimbs. He could hear the water lapping against the shore, the soft cackles of gulls in the near distance. Ashkii had never visited the seaside—never even dreamed of it. Yet, here he was. Standing before the vast plane of deep sapphire waters, his body enwrapped in the embrace of the coastal breeze. Far more pleasant than he would initially assume.

Turning to the lady behind him, his brows rose in acknowledgment. Ain't it beautiful? he spoke up, tentatively. She didn't seem the talkative type, considering the swift disregard towards any decorum. Not that Ashkii cared—he wasn't particularly polite, either.

The last encounter with these strange tunnels was with a woman who'd returned—inexplicably—to her home. Perhaps she was the same. You recognize this place, by any chance? he drawled, shifting his gaze back towards the horizon, ain't gotta answer if y'aint wanna. Even if it may appear to be contrary to anyone save for himself, Ashkii had no interest in this woman's personal matters. That was not something he had the right to pry into. What he did have interest in, however, was what in the hell was going on with the sudden appearances of tunnels filled with the sweet smell of flowers and tepid climates that were a far cry from the frigidity just outside the entrance.