You hate yourself so loudly. You hate yourself at the top of your lungs. Your loathing for yourself permeates your speech. “Sorry I’m just rambling.” “Don’t worry about it.” “Just ignore me.” “Sorry if I’m annoying you.” “Sorry I don’t make sense.” “Sorry about that.” Sorry, sorry, sorry. You act as if you have to beat everyone else to the punch. As if the punching bag is you. If you hate yourself first, if you hate yourself loudest, then nobody will hurt you. You clapped your hands over your ears and shut your eyes and balled yourself up so that you’d never have to experience people’s loathing for you. And it meant you never heard their love. You drowned it out. You screamed your hatred over it. And you never got to hear it.
Initially a place she simply passed through, the Ruby Seas is now a comforting place for Meryta, the landscape and the sea and even the plumes of smoke from Hells Lid a calming place for her.
She returned here to help both a sahagin fisherman and Genbu, the auspices, and Soroban. Thus travelling through Onokoro quite frequently, turning Tansui from a one time fling to lover. Even if it's not just the sea air she's here for now, the rugged coast brings her peace.
an outtake because I had lot of fun with the water color effect