Dragoncrest Cliffs all my troubles will hang on your trigger

Just when she thought she could possibly goad him into a competition, he cast his gaze out over the ocean, and became almost as distant himself as the white crests that ebbed against the blue horizon. His spirits must truly have been weighted down by being confined to the area for him to not be so easily tempted into tomfoolery.

Still, that did not mean she should not try. The bone was of interest to her- but was not the first of its kind she had found, nor would it likely be the last, given how often she scoured the shorelines for treasures. It was dry, and when she went to bite down on it the first time, her teeth sunk in easily. The sea had sapped it of its marrow, making it hollow through the middle. It took a few tries, but she broke through it, roughly near the middle, with a few determined bites. She pushed one portion toward him and sat up.

”Den you best get angry. I bet I can t’row mine fur’ter dan you can.” The bone had been a prize, to be sure- but it would be so much more of a prize to see her brother’s spirits brighten again.