"I could only determine the former once Nero took me for pizza. Those pockets do not smell like anything," Mizu notes lightly. Pizza, even tomato sauce, was new to Mizu. She's still only had it a few times. She went back to the place Nero took her once since he threatened her should she hurt Vergil. That pizza is good, and she's often in Epiphany. Had Nero taken her to Tides, she wouldn't have returned. It isn't that good.
The smells themselves are neither good nor bad on their own. They don't bother Mizu or put her off. What she likes, what she appreciates, are what they mean for Vergil. He has his family in Folkmore, his whole reason for coming here. He can take his time here and simply enjoy a life with them. In time, he can find a way back to it in his world. After the time they're having together here, Mizu doubts anyone could keep Vergil from his son. They couldn't before either. Not someone willing to follow a fox spirit on the chance it will lead him there. He might not be looking into that right now, spending time with his family and with Mizu. It's why she's certain she'll leave first. Mizu cannot achieve her revenge in Folkmore. Even if one or more of her fathers showed up, killing them would do little good. They'd return like weeds, not removed at the root. So she will need to leave, while Vergil has what he wants here and now. And Mizu—
Mizu wants more and more, the longer she stays. It's dangerous, that longing.
"We can wash up, but we'll both smell the same in a day or two," Mizu says. That hardly negates the joy of washing or the luxury of hot water filling the bath like a natural hot spring. She appreciates cold soaks too, even enjoys them more sometimes. The ocean is a place of calm within her. "Only with more relaxed muscles."
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The smells themselves are neither good nor bad on their own. They don't bother Mizu or put her off. What she likes, what she appreciates, are what they mean for Vergil. He has his family in Folkmore, his whole reason for coming here. He can take his time here and simply enjoy a life with them. In time, he can find a way back to it in his world. After the time they're having together here, Mizu doubts anyone could keep Vergil from his son. They couldn't before either. Not someone willing to follow a fox spirit on the chance it will lead him there. He might not be looking into that right now, spending time with his family and with Mizu. It's why she's certain she'll leave first. Mizu cannot achieve her revenge in Folkmore. Even if one or more of her fathers showed up, killing them would do little good. They'd return like weeds, not removed at the root. So she will need to leave, while Vergil has what he wants here and now. And Mizu—
Mizu wants more and more, the longer she stays. It's dangerous, that longing.
"We can wash up, but we'll both smell the same in a day or two," Mizu says. That hardly negates the joy of washing or the luxury of hot water filling the bath like a natural hot spring. She appreciates cold soaks too, even enjoys them more sometimes. The ocean is a place of calm within her. "Only with more relaxed muscles."