[ for aeroblcst ] "Ah, it isn't often one finds those of your ilk this far coastside." A strange lady in a silver yukata says as she approaches Sarana. "Say what brings you into the cobalt coastlands?"
Those of her ilk. Had she not been so directly confronted by the stranger, had she been blessed with the opportunity to be facing away, perhaps the medium’s brow might have begun to furrow. Lips would have drawn themselves into a thin line, keeping at bay a bubbling, festering sense of distrust or urge to spit out just where she believes her sort to belong, if not on the coast of their home. After all, what are the odds that this individual knows of her community, let alone the extent of their roots? No such grace has been given, no moment to mull over words, and so, in lieu of anything else, a smile forces itself upon red lips, warm but never quite reaching the woman’s eyes.
“The will of Almighty Sinnoh. The calling of the wind,”
A reason that not just anyone should know. How horrific it would be, to have word of the Seabreak Path given to those within Jubilife Village, even if they have not the means to summon it. For them to know that the most unsuspecting slate just beyond a grand volcano bears the key to a place where deities once resided. A hum escapes from Sarana’s form, gaze shifting from the stranger and instead out to sea.
“…I jest. I am merely passing through the area.”
At the very least, it is part of the truth. No more than a week or two at most does the medium plan to stay in the Cobalt Coastlands, for other places call to her—other soils need to be combed for seeds to try planting in the decaying fields of her birthplace.
“Although… if it is not too bold to say aloud, I wonder… whatever do you mean by my ‘ilk’?”
