Dragoncrest Cliffs In the cold light of day, we're a flame in the wind.

The raven-furred adult suggested that they seek birds out on the beach, or by the lake. Dacio twitched his nose in silent wonder, contemplating both options. His big sister had introduced him to ducks at fresh water and they made interesting sounds, but he was rather bored of them. He'd spotted sea birds from a distance, having observed alongside his sire as gulls swooped and cawed above the waves, but Dacio was interested in seeing them up close.

"The beach?" Dacio chose, but ultimately knew it was up to the adult to confirm. He smiled hopefully up at her, grey-green eyes alight with anticipation of learning something new. "I like feathers," he added, a little randomly, before supporting with: "I hope we can find some nice ones for my collection!"