<span style="font-style: italic">The goddess of the mighty sea sits on a rocky shoal off an inhibited spur of rock not to far off the coast of Japan, the seagull perched on her shoulder. So her little one wants to get married. At least his beloved Arisu is willing to join him in the sea. Arisu would have to come to her domain in order to be able to live as long as Mystic, though. She would hate to see her son's heart break because time did not forget his princess. But first, she has a wedding to attend, and a faithful little servant to reward. She had already sent a cart full of supplies that would be more valuable to her soon to be daughter in law's family than all the gold in the world. She threw a chest of that in too for good measure.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">It's a hard couple days ride to the palace of the emperor. Still, the emperor must now of the divine spirit that walks among them. He bows, touching his head to the floor until the emperor acknowledges him. Even then, he doesn't look directly at the holy descendant of the sun goddess.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #40FF00">Hiro had been expecting this question. He already knows the answer, but he'll follow tradition and let the sea prince ask away. "Yes Mystic, what is it you wish to know," he asks like nothing's going on. </span>