Moonspear safe in the steep cliffs

"Dead," Alya murmured, testing the word on her tongue. She listened attentively to the Great White's lesson, absorbing as much as she was able of both the words and the meaning behind them. Dead sounded like naptime to the young girl - decidedly boring. "No dead! Play," she demanded, taking hold of Aesop's tail once more. She gave a few insistant tugs before losing interest and turning back to Charon. For a moment, the girl simply gazed in awe, admiring the strength and coolness of her father. She'd had a suggestion for the next activity of the day, but it'd already slipped her mind.

Waiting, expectant, Alya simply stared at her father.