Dragoncrest Cliffs The bombs are falling

She stared at the starfish, wondering if she could eat it. Did she want to? Meanwhile, she processed what Rosalyn had said to her. Meerkat couldn’t say she understood how it was an advantage, though it wasn’t as though the Ruby hadn’t provided some context. “Sapphique will take men, but it wasn't made for them.” Naturally, she wondered how Njord felt about this, though he seemed to have found his place here. He must not mind, though she would absolutely pick his brain about this later.

For now, Meerkat’s thoughts could be summed up in a single word: Huh. Her eyes continued following the creepy echinoderm, at least until Rosalyn lunged at something. It made the Granite jump a little, eyes whipping to the Ruby’s face as she munched on what looked like a large insect. She vaguely remembered seeing one before, on the island. It was a crab.

Cromchy, she observed a little dumbly, smiling at the woman’s success. Can I eat that? she wondered, pointing a toe at the faceless marine critter made entirely of legs, it seemed.

Whether or not the creature was in fact palatable proved moot, since Meerkat failed to pry it from its aqueous habitat. Nonetheless, she enjoyed the endeavor, and the company, as she and Rosalyn continued exploring the tide pool’s offerings.

I edited to fade this for us.