Wheeling Gull Isle ships crash, it's what they're meant to do

Eventually someone responded. A light airy sound that very well could have been Coelacanth but it was not. His eyes spotted the child. A nice combination from who he knew her parents to be. Rokig had not been properly introduced to each and everyone one of them but he knew Undersea's youngest residents were the child of Stockholm and Coelacanth.

Hello. He called out softly as he lowered himself a bit, a crooked grin on his features. Did she talk yet? How old was he when he started to talk? Gods, he couldn't even remember. His childhood had always been swiftly blocked out.

There was a soft pain in his chest but he didn't let it show on his features. Rokig could only hope and pray her childhood would be enjoyable, lovable and looked back on fondly.