Sea Lion Shores close our eyes to the octopus ride

redhawk caldera. he would try to remember that. one day, he wanted to go and see it for himself—from a distance, of course. a very vast distance. but if wraen said it was 'sleeping,' that meant. . .it was dead? like mummy. it would never wake up again, and so it must be safe.

his eyes widened at her description of fire. sounds awful, cam remarked, not really sure of what to say or how to feel. awestruck, surely. no question there. wraen had been through so much, apparently, and seen everything there was to see.

where do firebirds live? he asked, wondering if it was close enough to visit, eventually. he was tiring of interaction and wanted to be left alone for a while to think all of this over, but he would like very much to hear more stories from the woman—and her friends, as well. they must know as much as she.