Their feelings towards the ocean were drastically different. Batu greeting it with obvious and even a spoken disinterest, while Daiyu dashed towards the waves as though to embrace an old friend. To her, she was doing just that.

Is that so? Silken black ears would perk as she turns her back to the sea to face the burnished copper, stout man which she had wondered off away with. Well, perhaps not exactly all that. They were on task by word of the Emperor. It sounded far more exciting the other way though.

Can't say I've heard that very often... or ever, really. Of course, she had been living on an island before now. Anyone who took the time to venture there likely had a spot for the sea in them.