Dragoncrest Cliffs Alligatorfish

Swordfish had not slept well in many nights.

The herbs that were offered had made his mind heavy, foggy, and slow to respond. When he was not fighting the nightmares of the Shardik’s dark eyes, he was gazing at the wall in the roja den. Sometimes he could hear visitors stop in to see Quennell or to check on him. He pretended that he was asleep so that he did not have to speak to them. The young man’s only concern was his friend… who had been frighteningly quiet since they had returned to their home.

Jumping awake, Swordfish grunted in pain. He felt the familiar stab of his wounds on his ribs. The redtailed boy lifted his head to look at the gash marks. They had been treated somewhat recently. He could smell the herbal fragrances that wafted from the red marks in his flesh.

@Quennell? he drawled tiredly.