Dragoncrest Cliffs all right, mavericks!

exit quennell :3c feel free to keep going for brother time or fade out!

quennell had never felt so dejected in his life.

he had, near constantly, been doted upon from birth. his siblings cherished him, his mothers cherished him, even visitors cherished him! now the boys who he had hoped to engage in roughhousing with seemed more keen to be crybabies together.

not that either of them seemed to actually be crying at all. qunnell had just discovered a new (rude) line of thinking.

so he'd continue his run down the beach until somebody found him and collected him or he made his way back home.