Felltree Marsh Aholehole

The girl stated that she had been born on something called a rise. He would have asked if her gaze did not reveal the answer for her. Swordfish followed her line of sight to the area she had referenced. It looked impressive from far away, looming in the dark. The young seafarer wished that she would show it to him right then. He knew it would have been inappropriate to ask – he didn’t even know this girl’s name.

Masque – his smile filled out. How fitting her name was to her striking features. The Sveijarn-Corten wondered if anyone thought anything like that about his sharp red tail. There were a few in Sapphique who had masks, of sort. Their coloration was ruddy and looked more like points.

Looks pretty nice. And uh… I like yer name. Fits.

The lean young wolf lifted his snout slightly.

I’m Swordfish and I’ll make ya a deal, if ya want.

Heavy-lidded eyes blinked once. He flicked his tail back and forth a few times. There wasn’t much harm in humoring him, but she wouldn’t know that. It would be best if he just spit it out and let her decide if it was worth it.

I’ll show ya the coast if ya gimme a tour of yer rise.