Totoka River it’s yours and it’s mine.

Qiao instructed Stormchaser to let the man be. The boy regarded her with parted lips and a fire of indignance that flared in his melancholy gold eyes. He already hated this guy. Something was clearly wrong with him. He’d nearly drowned himself only moments ago. It didn’t seem like there was anything promising about him - deranged and half-soaked.

The old crone spoke to the stranger in a stern motherly tone. Stormchaser scowled, fixing his eyes to the trinket that the other man carried so closely. It was clear that it had value, at least to the man on the beach. Maybe the old woman thought they could make better use of whatever it was.

Uninterested in their conversation, Stormchaser scooped a fish and began to peel away the scales to find the bright pink meat underneath.