Wheeling Gull Isle Damselfish

Regret clutched at Swordfish. He did not think that he should have mentioned finding a body, or lack thereof. Lestan shrunk before he spun and declared that he did not want to find a body. The bear-hunter could not tell if the words were directed at him or the world.

No, we don’t wanna find a body…

Swordfish looked warily at his companion. He did not think that he could stomach it if they did happen upon whatever remained of Blossom. Already Lestan was fractured. What would happen to him if they found his daughter had not survived?

It’s good, he assured the wild-eyed father. Means she’s out there. 

Somewhere…