The siren princess looks to the clouded sky as her decision is already made the moment she realizes what he is suggesting. She wants to admit the truth, but everything that she was was screaming against her as she contemplated admitting her_ weakness_; self-loathing rising like bile in her throat. It is hard to swallow.
Birds sing in their lapse of silence as she fought within herself and kept her gaze skyward. The thoughts she struggled with made way towards future problems that would arise from such a compromise, and that is what finally breaks her away from the clouds and back towards the naga by the shore.
Not always. At night I will only hunt by the purest of moonlight and you cannot promise me the clouds away, Shinguuji Korekiyo. As winter would approach we would** starve **as the way to your temple grows treacherous and tourists lessen, let alone them coming close enough in the forest for our song to be heard. If you think us troublesome now, we will be **voracious **once the ice melts. We would not stop until our hunger is sated.
She swallows the lump in her throat at last as she swims closer to him, up to her breast and her hair swirling around her with the sudden movement. There’s a sense of _earnesty _in her voice this time as she takes in his appearance with a closer gaze.
Grant me the privilege to sing in autumn evenings and when the night’s weather is unkind for far too long and you will have your agreement.
Nimble fingers gripped his own arms underneath white sleeves; his own priorities were protecting the shrine and its hailed deity. Amami would be left stressed out for centuries before fading away, which would devastate his hundred Sisters and himself. His steady focus remained on the siren, as he closed his eyes and thought.
He snapped them open shortly after, admiring her confidence and loyalty from afar. Sustaining her kindred is something of utmost importance and the way she negotiated without submerging beneath from instinctual fear... Korekiyo held a silent and deep respect as he listened and then spoke.
“A future circumstance that cannot be prevented, no matter how civilized we are...”, he muttered and narrowed his keen leer. Sacrifices will have to occur, knowing that hungering beasts ( himself included ) are rendered unable to thrive without the proper prey supplied. It is cruel to have she and the other sirens rendered thoughtless from starvation.
He brings a claw to his thin lips, “That can be arranged. Humans can be quite insufferable and wonderful, however, they do not last long in their lifespans. I cannot keep livestock from you after all...”
The naga’s tail tightened its powerful coil, thinking this further. “Especially when chances are slim for survival. However, during clear skies and the days we have for Noh, shall I suggest something as well?”
“I shall take time out of my day to hunt a steady amount of forest prey for your underlings and a fine maiden such as yourself. Anything amounting to the overflowing population we have of bulky elk to... wild boar meant for human game put to better use.”
“This shall be our conclusion, Princess?”, his forked tongue slithered from his teeth and does he notice? No.