Cerulean Cape cor sagnant

I s’pose we’re not.

The young man’s tone, while drab, had taken on a sarcastic lilt. Swordfish’s hooded gaze lingered on her face for a moment before he fixed his sights on where Lestan had gone and what he might be doing. The boy wondered if the feeling he had was anything akin to what parents felt toward new babies. Since meeting the man, he’d been on a constant state of high alert. It was as though he was waiting for the moment Lestan might do something truly crazy.

When Ellie inquired about Blossom, the bear-hunter gazed expectantly at his companion. They were good questions. He felt sheepish for never having inquired for himself. Out there hunting down a girl he couldn’t identify and he hadn’t thought to ask for basic information.

How old is she anyway? Lil’ pup or…

And where was the mother in this picture?