Dragoncrest Cliffs Alligatorfish

he believed it.

even if only to tell himself that swordfish had peace somewhere. quennell only recalled fragments of his own dreams, and they were a horror show at best. there was no radiant sun in his dreams, only shattering cold. only their blood in the snow and the smell of the beast's breath, hot against his flesh.

he could believe, for these moments, that swordfish found peace beyond this den. in a world of his mind.

yah. he mumbled softly.

silence pierced his heart.

he wanted to say sorry, he wanted to mend the boy he laid upon.

are ya swimmin'? in de dreams.