Dragoncrest Cliffs vwa sab

Unceremoniously plopped smack dab in the middle of Dead Fish City, Jean-Heron promptly forgot to be upset about the affronting minutes prior and instead went to town on the limp, scaly bodies littering the beach. He was at first content to simply abuse corpse after corpse, perhaps intending to leave his trademark teeth impressions on every fin he could find.

That was, until he noticed that some were still alive, to which he went on to maul the poor things until they were not only suffocated but poked with more holes than Grandma’s doilies.

From there he became preoccupied with chasing Chani’s movements. She was so fast! But he was determined to be faster—

Oooooohwee! Wha’ dat be?

It was shiny, translucent, gooey-looking, like a pale version of the green slime that sometimes washed up on the beach or accumulated around their freshwater ponds. Yummy!

Jean-Heron snatched it up in his mouth, but rather than break apart like normal slime, it squelched between his teeth, unbroken, and made a wet noise. It tasted awful, but it sure was fun to chew! He started to whip it back and forth, its dead tendrils flapping. He could hear Mister Bossy shouting at him -- *eyeroll* nothing new -- but that did not distract him from the sudden stinging.

He dropped the meaty goo with a yelp. Fire was lighting up his chin, his neck, and what felt like the entire left side of his body. He twisted and snapped repeatedly at his invisible attacker, but there was nothing to be found, just the terrible, terrible burning.

Jean-Heron’s yelps swiftly turned into a shriek and he thrashed on the ground in an effort to dislodge from his own skin.

awwwww! baby's first jellyfish >:D