Dragoncrest Cliffs Wish I May, Wish I Might

The pirate’s silent watch was broken by a small rustle of foliage. The mahogany sea-queen emerged, regal as ever, but noticeably lean, unlike her wife. She greeted her Ruby quietly, the herd undisturbed by the pair’s distant whisperings.

“Bonnie day, innit’ captn’?” he replied warmly, masking his dour animus. “Been watchin’ tha ‘erd this mornin’. Four new bairns among ‘em.” The mother deer picked at the new spring shoots as they grazed peacefully in an open glen, bamboo-legged, be-speckled fawns nursing at their sides. “Spring is… a magical time,” he added with an astute nod, blue gaze turning towards the captain. The seafarer was always game for conversation, and wondered if she picked up on his topic of choice.