Soon’s Haven. One of the crown jewels of the Wind Caliphate, the city’s definitely the sapphire of the set. Nestled in one of the country’s only deepwater harbors, it’s become a hub for trade and the sort of cosmopolitan inclusivity that clerics and tyrants love to hate. The beaches are also spotless, and unlike the ones we have in Lightning it isn’t always raining.
On Kogami Ayumu’s dime, I’ve been a guest on board the Supreme Fishmonger’s super-galleon for the last week. Technically on an ambassadorial mission from the Legation, my real job is to relax, sample the local cuisine, and work on my tan. Hell, I haven’t even had to meet the guy who owns the place. The vessel, which is currently anchored harborside, is the sort of boat that you park other boats into, and thus has all the amenities a visiting foreign dignitary could ever wish for. My quarters even have those little bars of soap that get replaced every day even though you couldn’t possibly use one up within a week! And best of all, I haven’t had to talk to or interact with anyone from Cloud. I love my countrymen, but right now I’m relishing the opportunity to be free of them for a while. Someone jealous tried to warn me that I’d quickly grow bored of eating bonbons and spending the days lounging topless by the pool (this damned ship boasts therapeutic hot tubs for Raiden’s sake), but they were obviously full of shit.
The only minor inconvenience is that Tomo can’t be with me, as he’s doing rehearsals for the troupe’s next major musical. Based on what I understand from reading the script, a feckless lion prince hangs out with the wrong crowd and becomes a degenerate slacker, so his capable and battle-hardened uncle reluctantly becomes leader of the pride and finally drives the white people out of Zimbabwe. Tomo plays a meth-addicted meerkat while Tama’s a developmentally-disabled boar. What was that chant they kept singing over and over again? Nants ingonyama bagaithi Baba… Whatever.
I relax back in my deck lounger and adjust the tanning mirror. Life can’t get any better. For once, I’m ready to even forgive Ayumu for his sins.
[Now you, Osu!]
On Kogami Ayumu’s dime, I’ve been a guest on board the Supreme Fishmonger’s super-galleon for the last week. Technically on an ambassadorial mission from the Legation, my real job is to relax, sample the local cuisine, and work on my tan. Hell, I haven’t even had to meet the guy who owns the place. The vessel, which is currently anchored harborside, is the sort of boat that you park other boats into, and thus has all the amenities a visiting foreign dignitary could ever wish for. My quarters even have those little bars of soap that get replaced every day even though you couldn’t possibly use one up within a week! And best of all, I haven’t had to talk to or interact with anyone from Cloud. I love my countrymen, but right now I’m relishing the opportunity to be free of them for a while. Someone jealous tried to warn me that I’d quickly grow bored of eating bonbons and spending the days lounging topless by the pool (this damned ship boasts therapeutic hot tubs for Raiden’s sake), but they were obviously full of shit.
The only minor inconvenience is that Tomo can’t be with me, as he’s doing rehearsals for the troupe’s next major musical. Based on what I understand from reading the script, a feckless lion prince hangs out with the wrong crowd and becomes a degenerate slacker, so his capable and battle-hardened uncle reluctantly becomes leader of the pride and finally drives the white people out of Zimbabwe. Tomo plays a meth-addicted meerkat while Tama’s a developmentally-disabled boar. What was that chant they kept singing over and over again? Nants ingonyama bagaithi Baba… Whatever.
I relax back in my deck lounger and adjust the tanning mirror. Life can’t get any better. For once, I’m ready to even forgive Ayumu for his sins.
[Now you, Osu!]