Ankyra Sound Mont Blanc Radiance

Suddenly Val's demeanor changed from that of a playmate, who humoured her, to that of an older brother, who was intent on teaching his younger sister the survival skills. Dwin had only fragmented memories of her older siblings, for they had dispersed before her birth and their presence had not been constant during her childhood to leave a lasting impression. Other adults had been fun to have around, but there was always this age gap that stood in the way and made the young Blackthorn listen to them less, when they wanted to pass on some great wisdom. 

Val - on the other hand - had proven to be just the right age (not too old to forget, what it meant to be a child, and not too young for Dwin to not take him seriously), therefore she followed him eagerly and soaked up all the valuable details that would help her survive on her own. She memorized the habits of the crabs, the shape, colour and size of the seaweeds and the other good stuff that hid beneath. About the jellyfish too, though... "But they aren't poisonous, are they? Cause many edible things are not very likeable," she cast a glance at the remnants of the crab, "but sometimes you got to eat, what you got to eat, don't you?" 

"I never asked you - have you travelled a lot?" she said.