The tea warmed her from within. He did well in brewing the composition, and she acknowledged as much with a nod. She shifted herself in the seat, settling in for the duration of tale-telling.
“It is said that the gods set the tsunami upon us out of their wrath for our evil-doing. Our karma pulled the waves from the deep, fulfilling our own destruction. I was there the night the sirens wailed, and the ocean came for our reckoning,” she said. Her voice deepened as she spoke, almost as if the tale was a song relayed from generations past rather than a memory of recent weeks.
“If that is true, then the gods can screw themselves. I threw the waters back in their faces, but even I could withstand their power for so long. This is the reason I am not lost to a watery grave,” she tapped her collar.
It was his turn now.
“It is said that the gods set the tsunami upon us out of their wrath for our evil-doing. Our karma pulled the waves from the deep, fulfilling our own destruction. I was there the night the sirens wailed, and the ocean came for our reckoning,” she said. Her voice deepened as she spoke, almost as if the tale was a song relayed from generations past rather than a memory of recent weeks.
“If that is true, then the gods can screw themselves. I threw the waters back in their faces, but even I could withstand their power for so long. This is the reason I am not lost to a watery grave,” she tapped her collar.
It was his turn now.