Dragoncrest Cliffs Some feathers I stole from the birds

Etienne didn't know what those hairs were, but he didn't like them. He frowned and looked over the jelly fish in the sand. He would need to get a stick here later, and poke at the creature to see what it was really. The gelatinous goop of ocean meanness. But Granme told him she gave and took. They couldn't blame her, her wild nature. Ocean, chaos herself chained beneath the waves.

Eti smiled softly. You're welcome, Suzu. Anyt'ing to 'elp you out. I don't like it w'en you is 'urt.

Eti only knew a few things. The aloe he had found quite by accident. He had smelled it from afar, and had touched it with a paw pad, with scratches from coarse ground. And it had immediately soothed it.

It took Eti a few minutes to find the small hole he had put the aloe in to ask his Tonton Sobo. He dabbed a bit on a leaf and then grasped the kelp from the sandy shore.

Returning to Suzu he motioned at her paw to lift.

Eti shook his head. Dat doesn't sound good. I'm sorry Suzu. I 'ave some crabs in food cache, you will eat dem after all cleaned up?