Gilded Bay The Shadow In The Background Of The Morgue

Set at late afternoon - early evening of December 12th. :D

Thoughts of his family and Arthendal long behind him, Vassago decided to fully enjoy his time out here. It'd finally occured to him that maybe his family wouldn't allow him home -- would they really let their anger at him go that far? That, Vass decided, would be the ultimate show that they didn't love him: Pyro got to cross the river, so why couldn't he? 

Stalking forward excitedly, Vass unknowingly crossed into the Coast lands, heading for the bay -- the shore tapered gently into rolling waves unlike any he'd ever seen, and the cream-bellied boy was not hesitant in trotting up to it and submerging his paws. It was cold, like the river, but smelled weird: the Rochester dipped his head to lap up a mouthful of the water, but found it tasted as off as it smelled. Spluttering and spitting out the water, Vass rumbled in his chest, swiping his tongue around his jaws with a scruchned up muzzle.