Dragoncrest Cliffs Bitterling

The other boy’s tone had returned to its former boisterousness. It had eased Swordfish into a sense of calm, comfortable to walk alongside the other figure and share in his words. Quennell was sharp with his opinions. It was something that the young seafarer liked about him. There was no real guessing with the red-naped boy. He was fearless in speaking his mind and taking action.

When asked what he wanted to do, Swordfish blinked slowly. There was only real motivator for him and that was food. He liked learning about prey. He liked outsmarting them and finding ways to catch them with easier tactics than running and hoping for the best.

Like food, so I figure’d make a decent hunter, he started with a small shrug. Like the stars, too. Dunno much ‘bout ‘em though. They captivated him with their light, was all it had been. Though Swordfish had grown fond of the dark and the night, it would not be complete without the light of stars.