Ocean's Breath Plateau My hair is the color of cheetos right now, and I will take no questions.

Raiyuk smiled. He knew his father cared for him, as he cared for the others born to his lodge. As he cared for Dutch, and Rodyn, and those of Moontide. None was above any other — or so he believed. There was no doubt in the relationship between father and son.

If it came to pass that Chakliux needed him, he would stay.

Thank you for your help, he remarked to the elder. He motioned to the bundled objects that were displayed, not quite forgotten as the conversation had moved on, but almost. I should find a home for these. He began to gather them up; the stones, the plants, the odd sugar-stalk.

Is there anything I can fetch for you? Anything you need? It felt only right after distracting the man from his rest.