Dragoncrest Cliffs Arowana

Moving slowly toward where the birds were perched on the dark rock, their heads turning strangely so that they could from the eyes on the sides of their heads. Even from a distance, Swordfish could tell that’s what they were doing. Birds were peculiar things, he thought. He could not imagine having eyes that faced either side of something would be a great deal of use.

Quennell had a thought. He said that the birds might be lured by bait, if they laid it. The young seafarer blinked his eyes slowly and turned toward the red-naped boy with a curling half-smile. That was a bright idea. It was beneficial to have the other boy along, already.

Aye, bait. Whatcha think them pesky birds wanna eat? At least, what was readily accessible to them?