Farther along the reef, a pair of cliff-dwellers watched through lichen-stippled slits, breath held in reverence and fear. They had come to see the Tide-Choir: the rare spectacle when two MonsterShinkai met and braided their manes in ritual to call down a storm. If the hair twined in concord, the clans would prosper; if it shredded in frenzy, so too would the seas.
Farther along the reef, a pair of cliff-dwellers watched through lichen-stippled slits, breath held in reverence and fear. They had come to see the Tide-Choir: the rare spectacle when two MonsterShinkai met and braided their manes in ritual to call down a storm. If the hair twined in concord, the clans would prosper; if it shredded in frenzy, so too would the seas.