The summer wind swirled between the city's buildings, and the clear, open sky seemed both high and distant. Amber was leaning against the outside ledge of the clock tower, eyeing the deep-sea guest beside her with curiosity. "I heard you're not natives of this world—what do the Mages call it again… 'guests from a foreign place'. Your entire race are guests from a foreign place?"
"That's no secret, at least we sea demons have never concealed it. We openly tell every race or civilization that deals with us, but civilizations on land are short-lived, they can hardly pass down things that are too ancient, and we only interact with land civilizations in the most occasional of eras, so you land scholars always find us overly mysterious, even a bit dangerous."
Tiel spoke unhurriedly, the tip of her tail unconsciously twirling circles in midair, looking relaxed and carefree.
