Coconut Grove [M] a half-destroyed grove

Jizaar didn’t have much to say in return to what Chip had told him. He nodded silently, listening to the ocean past the trees. After a time, he stood, sweeping his blue gaze toward Chip again. “Well,” he said, grinning. “It was nice to meet you, Chip. Jizaar hopes you had a good time here, with him. Perhaps he will see you again?” He doubted it, but he thought it was nice to at least put the thought out there. He waited for whatever it was she was going to say to him—or not—and then bowed his head and left, trotting lightly, weaving between the trees. He hummed a tune softly to himself as he disappeared from view.

[Exit.]