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

Okay, so Helix wasn't as enthusiastic about birds as Dacio was, but seemed content to entertain his hunt for feathers. She smiled down at him as she commented on the annoyance of seagulls, to which he laughed. The silver Goufa enjoyed watching them swoop and dive over the distant ocean, having not yet experienced their cunning ways up close.

"My dad brings me here sometimes," Dacio announced as they stepped out into the open, canting a charcoal lobe in the adults direction as his soft green eyes scanned the damp sand for clean feathers. "He's a leader, and really busy. Are you a leader?"