Dragoncrest Cliffs try to catch my breath as i gain my composure

loko noticed by the time meerkat had made her way to his scant collection of shells, she was out of breath. he wondered if this was how his mother felt while she was with child — surely there was no evolutionary advantage for children taxing their hosts so clearly?

he had no time to ask meerkat of this — a dark storm snarled on the horizon. already he could sense the thermals hissing, the rise of wind and salt on the breeze. hope ye don’t melt. loko said with an edging smile, sitting next to meerkat in the cool sand. his gaze was trained on the horizon, where a swell of dark clouds twisted over the sea and rushed towards them with the hiss of rain. no matter what happened to loko in this life, he would never tire of the spectacle of living on the beach.