Lake Rodney Kill Wanheda, and you command death.

She appeared emotionless as was expected of a more senior kru, which was more than could be said for Dacio at her age. When he'd lost his mother he'd been angry, furious at the world, at the spirits of past commanders, at Sequoia and Dalia who'd stripped her of her joy, at the sea that snuffed her life. They were all responsible in some way, he believed, and he held onto the grudges against them. He'd tried to make amends with his elder sister as Portia had requested of him in his dreams, but all that did was leave him vulnerable to yet another betrayal. It was a hard lesson, but a mistake he would not make again.

Dacio watched her closely, the tip of his charcoal tail twitching with the uncertainty he felt. To communicate with this kid was all wrong, he knew that. Yet he wanted to bleed as much knowledge from her as possible so that he might present his discovery to Opalia, unearth her opinion on the matter and figure out how they should handle it.

He shifted his weight, moved closer to where water met land, and stepped from the shallows onto the shore. "You have a kru," he reminded her when she talked of being alone, both keen to remind her that she was not really and interested to know how big her support system might be. Curious to discover who followed her cause and if her father remained on the scene, considering he'd never have expected Eske to be the "family" type. "Tell me about them," the silver yearling encouraged.