Heron Lake Plateau every sunrise begins with new eyes.

The man smiled, but it didn't quite match his words. He spoke of difficulties sleeping, which Fig understood well. He gave a smile of his own and a commiserating nod. He had no idea the cause of the man's restless nights (and if he did, he'd know his own troubles did not compare), but he didn't need to in order to sympathize.

"Not a bad plan," Fig replied mildly, "I'm Figment Redhawk. Most call me Fig." He had been wading back to the shore while they talked and he now stepped up onto the shore, staying back a decent distance from Ulrich. Not out of wariness, but so when he gave his coat a good hard shake, he avoided giving the other male a bath.

"You from around these parts then?" Fig asked, turning his attention back to Ulrich.