The Tangle cling to his chest, home to his heart full of pride

And he can hardly spot her.

Her colors earthy and sandy, punctuated by a tiredness in her tiny form. Eyes of the waters. He only found her from her sound — and yet now that he finds her his eyes felt reluctant to remove from her.

A rude thing, he reminds himself, especially when he was not here to pluck lurkers for Avi's fight.

His red eyes fluttered to the air around her, as if that was what had spoken to him.

Are you lost? A genuine question, he was aware that the tangle was indeed an easy place to lose ones self.