[The Storyteller's temple should still be above the water - Ammy recalls it was a bit elevated on a hill, so the rising waters shouldn't be too bad there, if at all. Ammy follows after the big guy - Asgore, hm? And a king to boot - as he paddles, her own lily pad moving along easily as she moves the water currents magically every so often. She allows the pad to float mostly, pushing it only just so, to avoid getting caught or stuck going the wrong way.
With a nod of her head the wolf acknowledges his name and bows a bit in greeting. It's nice to meet you, highness, but, ah...well. She certainly has a name, of course, but Amaterasu isn't quite fond of giving it out. Not her actual name, anyway. Talking just isn't a thing she enjoys, and remains ever mute when she can. How about you give her a name yourself, sire?
...J-Just try not to make it sound too bad........]
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With a nod of her head the wolf acknowledges his name and bows a bit in greeting. It's nice to meet you, highness, but, ah...well. She certainly has a name, of course, but Amaterasu isn't quite fond of giving it out. Not her actual name, anyway. Talking just isn't a thing she enjoys, and remains ever mute when she can. How about you give her a name yourself, sire?
...J-Just try not to make it sound too bad........]