Dragoncrest Cliffs turn the world into a dancefloor

Vex suggested they hold off for a while. Haunt bit her lip and nodded. What he said was true, technically, but it wasn't really that simple. It could be very challenging to stand up to Arbiter and her wishes. She sighed a little at his reply to her question, supposing he was correct there as well. The two of them may very well be destined to be failures in Arbiter's eyes, though there was always Royal, Warlock and the others to stay at home and become her perfect little subordinate soldiers.

"Well," Haunt said after a moment, peering down at the smashed fish, "guess that's total garbage. Want to help me comb the beach for other stuff to eat?" She thought briefly of Jomyo, teaching her how to scavenge from the carcass of a bighorn sheep. Haunt had liked her mother's Aquilifer well enough, thought that had been their only meaningful interaction ever. As a matter of fact, as she stood there thinking, she realized she couldn't actually remember her name.

She didn't bother trying for long, shaking her head when her brother initially declined to join her on this smelliest of endeavors. Haunt knew he was just teasing, though she shoved playfully at his shoulder before brushing past him, nose lowering to sift the sands.