Ocean's Breath Plateau sky flier

sorry for raiding he was about to be killed by the checker

the two month old had gone to the shore again, seashell in clutch in hopes of it being used for his mother's amulets that absorbed her attention throughout the day. he grew to learn the taste the meat, and now the taste of bitterness when the man that returns home is not aapa. whatever that means anymore.

he slips between chakliux's legs to enter the den, his greeting muffled by his insistence on holding onto the shell until it reaches the cache of materials and prizes he has built. mostly shells, fishbones, and the carcass of a crab he had tried to nab onto only to waltz around moontide with a swollen, bulbous nose.

he settles near the amulet collection's side of the ulaq to see what else his mother has made, though forever convinced that his is the best.
fresh new red eyes, however, glance towards the adults when he hears his mother.
"i think he might have abandoned us."