Dragoncrest Cliffs Alligatorfish

and the water was warm.

his eyes stung as he recalled all the cold they had felt lately. the snow had been endless out here and now the sea breeze was cold and biting. harsh against sounds.

quen laughed, but it was a dry, sad sound. hardly the radiance of the boy from before.

mebbe. make me a looker, no? unique. the word was clumsily strained across his tongue.