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Yeah, yeah, we’ll get her a whole mouthful of flowers, Lestan.

Swordfish’s monotonous voice was quick to answer the father’s suggestion. His eyes rolled but he had no intention of diverting the good-natured desire of the man seeking his daughter. If he wanted to collect flowers for his missing child, they could find some wild blooms along the way to the mountains.

The girl piped up, bright and cheery in her voice. She did not speak with the same rambling madness as Lestan. This was enough to ease Swordfish closer to her, close enough to inspect the scents she carried on her coat. She did not appear to be from the cliffs.

No. Not often. We’re lookin’ fer a girl. Maybe ya seen her? Name’s Blossom, he offered. When Lestan moved out of his line of sight, Swordfish craned his neck to make sure the forlorn father had not fallen to his knees to cry out for his missing child again.