Northstar Vale Like a BAWSS!

He would be very interested were it not that Caracal followed it up with more information. At his gesture, Killdeer peered forward and then gasped, slightly. He hadn't noticed; in the whirlwind of joy reuniting with Cal, he had noticed barely anything.

God, dude, Killer murmured, grimacing. A goose?! Well, they are pretty mean, he admitted, with a shrug. But his face remained sympathetic, trained upon that cloudy orb.

And as for vibes. . .

Man, 'chill' sounds amazing right now, he replied, sighing. This place has been awful. I think my mom and I are gonna leave soon. She was mated to Germanicus, and apparently he's in love with someone else—fuckin' asshole.

He gritted his teeth, holding back other invectives. The island sounds great, he managed.