Silverlight Terrace but what's that gotta do with this atom bomb in me?

For the first few minutes of the day, Ray lived up to his nickname by mimicking the early morning sunshine with a bright and eager demeanour, but no matter how exciting the trip was, you just couldn’t make an early riser out of a chubby, lazy teenage boy. By the time they reached the foothills, Ray was yawning and dragging his feet. The more awake Njord became, the more his son regretted agreeing to an early start.

He flopped down in the young grass after slaking his thirst, internally bemoaning the inevitable restart of their march to the sea. Ray cracked a wide yawn and then stretched his body out as far as his bones would go.

Njord was talking. Normally Stingray was more attentive, but whether because he was in a funk or because he hadn’t gone to bed early enough last night, it took him a moment to really tune in and listen. Oh, yeah, the mountain’s pretty rough, he said, having caught only part of Njord’s meaning there. At least he was listening for the last part.

Yeah, I guess so, he said. It’ll be nice being back at the sea, don't you think? He almost said he hoped they hadn’t seen any sign of the bear there, but held his tongue. Neither of them needed the reminder or the downer on the mood. Even if it’s just for a little bit.