When entering the Flame-Chase's currents for the first time,
All the swordmaster saw were colorful fish.

She had already experienced
The Imperator's dangerous games.
She had long grown used to
The giant beast's silent face.

Carminum's charms
And Helkolithist's gentleness
Warmed her like a spring breeze.

But as Fragoris missed his throne
And Brumalis debated with joy,
She was sometimes at a loss.

Occasionally,
The swordmaster would sink into hesitation,
And even that messenger of fate
Could not get her to laugh.

Till one day,
A golden trout's bubbles
Floated into her gloomy waters.