Redhawk Caldera summer skeletons

Sebastian glanced at her a bit sheepishly when he admitted that he liked fishing. But that was the problem. He liked fishing but he didn't love it. It wasn't something he would do for fun. It was one of the tasks he had the least of his troubles with. Sebastian watched Andalusia. She seemed to make up a new game. She didn't ridicule him so much that he felt embarrassed. He had no time to play when he was little he wanted to do his best as much as he could.

His gaze was turned up the sky. He watched the dots that his family had loved so much, seemed so interested in. Andalusia as well. His ears pricked up curiously as he listened to her. "Aww no," he spoke softly, feeling empathic for a moment. He didn't want the stars to go away. Then he realized it was part of a story and frowned. He had to think deeply. "Umm," he spoke softly and tipped his head. "So the moon is the villain. Or so um.. The moon could only invoke his terror at night... Wait you just said that."

Sebastian looked a bit embarrassed. "Well, then the sun would be the hero right, as it chases away the villainous moon. But maybe the moon isn't all bad you know? Because the moon helps with things as well." Typical of Sebastian, always wanting to see something right in everyone. "Um Hero.. The sun then?" He was not used to doing this. He was a practical man.