Cerulean Cape temporal

another coastal territory, but it is not yet home. the cape they current linger in is deceptively beautiful; painted with white sands and crystal water that he can see to the very bottom of with a clarity that startles him. the menagerie of creatures are more bizarre than the last and there is no shortage of strange sea critters lingering in the small tidepools that the high tide had left in it's foaming wake.

ingram studies one such shallow pool now, contemplating what — if any of it — was edible; and even if it was if it would taste better than the salty and seaweed heavy tang that hung in the air. he doubts it.

it is as he turns from the tide pool that he sees the listener's approach. trikova, he greets in an affectionate rumble, trying not to let his gaze take in her slimming form worriedly. the journey has taken it's toll on all of them ...but it is her that ingram finds himself worrying the most about.