
The walls of her shelter rattled. The yehakin was stable in fair weather, reasonable in poor, but this was something else entirely. This was a storm for the ages, one that pounded the land with more water than it had seen for the entire year prior. Funayurei could only distantly hear the sound of waves on most days. Now, she heard them as a muffled roar.
She wondered if she should evacuate. She wondered if she was too late already. She smiled wearily upwards at the jellyfish that sat atop her head. "Jetsam won't be happy about this," she whispered, words that were swept immediately away by the storm. She didn't mind so much if the water rose and drowned her, but her son would. And Treasure would. She truly thought that those were the only two in the world that would notice her passing. She didn't them to be pained by her loss, but she couldn't motivate herself to feel frightened on her own behalf. It really was too late now. She would survive this... or she would not.

