Dragoncrest Cliffs The bombs are falling

Rosalyn’s comment definitely intrigued her. What advantage is that? she asked. Meerkat wondered if it had something to do with her trades. Did the Ruby know much about her specialties? She abruptly remembered what she’d been told about the woman’s mental fogginess, though Rosalyn seemed quite lucid to her.

In fact, she seemed fairly focused on teaching the newcomer about tide pools. Meerkat jotted down mental notes as she crept closer to the edge. Apparently this whole area would be underwater when the tide came in later. In the meantime, there was an entire ecosystem trapped here.

There were fish swimming around, though they scarcely captured her attention compared to the pool’s other residents. She noticed a formation of tiny calderas, a thought which made her huff a laugh. Meerkat let out a noise when something emerged from a few of them. They resembled tiny bushes, their “foliage” waving almost ethereally in their aquatic environment.

Mouth slightly ajar, she glanced over at Rosalyn. When her brown eyes returned to the captives, she suddenly noticed something big and reddish brown moving slowly between the tiny underwater pits. Meerkat stared at it, watching its sanguine shape creeping slowly through the water. She counted five weaving appendages, though she could not seem to locate a face, which was pretty darn uncanny.