Barrow Fields castles in the sand, cradles in the trees

There was very little that Screech wanted to do now that he had descended the mountain slopes aside from eat, or maybe sleep, but he most certainly wanted to find Redshank and let him know what was up. The boy couldn't have gone far. He had thrown his support behind his brother and been out of Sunspire within the day because of it - more or less - and he wasn't going to waste any time now. The field reached towards the jagged coastline and around the mountains, and he couldn't see far because of how flat it was, but at least there weren't many trees for him to run in to or cliffs to fall off of; he meandered along until a figure dashing about made him pause and tilt his head.

He knew that silhouette. Those moves - the stranger was dancing as it chased the birds, and Screech's mind flit back to the dark and moody images of Coelacanthe on the beach. Hey! He shouted as he launched himself through the grass towards her, his tail helicoptering as we went, Hey it's -- it's me, umm, Mou! The boy found it curious that she was here harassing birds rather than up the mountain, maybe trying to make nice with Rannoch in order to get entry and shelter; but she seemed content down here, and perhaps had other reasons for not finding a home.