Fishing Trip

Completely distracted, Hanako had little hope of escaping Mortis' nefarious intentions. She knew he would never ever hurt her, but she would have been a filthy liar if the squeal of shock that passed her lips wasn't genuine. Tinged with a pang of worry, as though she'd never set foot upon the earth again. She plummeted down beneath the waves, her eyes blurry and stinging as the salt pricked at her senses but even then she managed a disapproving slow, even as a fish whizzed past the end of her snout. He let out a bubble of laughter, forcing Mortis to return to the surface but Hanako remained where she was for a moment, floating free as the distant, rumbly echo of waves called out to her. Like a song she couldn't get out of her head.

She would have remained there forever, her tail dancing in the water like reaching coral but she wasn't a fish and she needed to breathe. Bummer. Twirling to the surface, Hanako shoulder checked Mortis on her way up, only to stretch out her paws across his back as she used him as some sort of resting station. Her hind legs kicked below, paddling gently as she tipped her weight to her front end in an attempt to push him below the surface.

There was a lot she wanted to ask him but couldn't. Not that she really thought he knew anything but..what if? She chewed on her lip, thinking harder than she had in a long time. Not that it was really her fault, she'd settled hadn't she? Her life in the Armada was simple and easy, she didn't need to think, just had to do. But was that okay for the long term? Was she content to just coast along, let the currents take her where they may? Before it hadn't been a problem, she embraced that mentality but...well being a Wraith pushed her to think more for herself, to serve cause she wanted to, not cause she felt she had to.

"You're evil you know that." She gave him a scolding bab on the head with a front paw. "Hey Mort...Do you ever wonder where we'll be next year? If things will change?"