Dragoncrest Cliffs Arapaima

Someone had come to visit him. Swordfish turned his head to catch the vibrance of her coat and the familiarity upon her face. She knew him by name, but he did not believe that he knew her name yet. If their mother had introduced them, he didn’t remember. As she drew closer, he found himself mesmerized by the freckles that adorned her face. He was not shy about staring at her.

No. A simple answer to her question. Swordfish did not think that he liked the rain at all, in fact. It spattered upon his face and made his eyes feel funny when it got inside them. The boy shook his head until his ears smacked against his skull. He gazed at his visitor with a pout.

Make it stop.