Luluhawa Island had always held a special place in Tōga’s heart, and now, as he stood upon its sun-kissed shores once again, it felt as though the island itself welcomed him back. The air carried the faint scent of salt and blooming tropical flowers, the kind of fragrance that only Luluhawa could conjure. After months of being away, the familiar sights and sounds—the rhythm of the waves, the distant cries of seabirds—were a balm for his restless spirit. He found himself on Kahu Rock, a slender stretch of land that connected two wider parts of the island. The isthmus whispered softly beneath the afternoon sun, its golden sands cradled by the gentle push and pull of the ocean. On either side, the waves lapped at the shore, their ceaseless ebb and flow creating a soothing melody that harmonized with the occasional rustle of the palm trees swaying nearby. Tōga sat in the center of the sand, legs crossed, hands resting loosely on his knees. His pink hair shimmered under the sunlight, tousled slightly by the breeze as he focused on his breathing. He inhaled deeply, drawing in the salty sea air, and exhaled slowly, letting his thoughts drift away with each breath. “See, Strigr-chan?” he said, his voice calm and light, though tinged with the satisfaction of someone at peace. “Isn’t this relaxing?” To his left, Strigr mirrored his pose—or at least, she tried. Her golden hair framed her serene face, catching the light like strands of liquid gold as it danced gently in the wind. Though her posture lacked Tōga’s ease, there was a quiet determination in her as she followed his lead. In her human form, the sea dragon exuded an ethereal beauty, her eyes reflecting the shimmering ocean as if they held its very essence. “Yes, Otō-san,” she replied, her voice soft and melodic. “I’m quite enjoying myself.” There was a hint of pride in her tone, a subtle acknowledgment that she was mastering yet another aspect of human life under Tōga’s guidance. he two of them sat quietly, basking in the warmth of the sun and the soothing rhythm of the sea. Tōga wore his usual air of carefree confidence, his toned torso bare and glistening under the sunlight. Fiery red swim trunks clung to his frame, a bold contrast against the pale sands. Strigr, by comparison, opted for modesty. She donned a simple blue one-piece swimsuit, the fabric snug against her elegant figure, with a sheer, flowing cover-up that caught the breeze like a delicate veil. It was a rare day of tranquility, a brief reprieve from the chaos that so often accompanied their lives. Tōga had seized the opportunity to teach Strigr the art of meditation, a practice he had come to appreciate over time. Though she struggled to find the same stillness, her willingness to learn filled him with a quiet pride. But just as Tōga was beginning to slip deeper into his meditative state, something stirred in the air. A familiar scent wafted toward him, carried on the breeze like a whisper from the past. His eyes snapped open, one brow arching as he scanned the horizon. His sharp instincts kicked in, and a wide grin spread across his face. “It can’t be…” he muttered, his voice tinged with excitement. Rising to his feet, he shaded his eyes with one hand, his gaze fixed on a figure approaching from the distance. His heart raced as recognition dawned. “She can’t be here!” His grin widened, the peaceful calm of the moment giving way to pure exhilaration. “Strigr-chan,” he said, his voice brimming with enthusiasm, “you’re about to meet someone very special.” wc: 656 |
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