~ Wind of the Ocean ~
:: Flatter ::
The herbs Orochi sent him to fetch were not easy to find. Eventually he had found them nestled against slabs of roots. He had returned with the platforms of sunlight enveloping the fields.
"Thanks, Kaze!" Orochi smirked. "So... I guess I owe you a fortune now, huh?"
"No, it's alright, I—"
A sudden clap of her hands interrupted him. "Done! Yes, yes, now let's see..." she smiled, eyes warm. "You're partner... she's lucky, you know? I see a prosperous future... a—"
She was blissfully unaware of Kaze struggling to tune out the shovels of flattery. But...