Ravenshook Cliffs you've made a fool of everyone

He may as well have been shouting at a rock, for the creature beneath him did little to indicate he heard anything Redshank said. It twisted away, it's sole, glassy eye fixed on some point in the mid-distance before...wait. There was a brief flash of lucidity, and the Cairn's expression lit up for a split second, a smile that revealed a momentary relief that flashed across his features. He was still there. Their gazes locked, Redshank's own searching his former friend's for recognition. Answers. Anything.

Just as quick as it had come, however, it was gone. There had been a brief, tense moment where Screech looked as if he was about to say something — his jaws parted, the barest of sounds escaping, before life retreated from his broken form once more. Redshank's ears thrust forward as far as they could go, facing the Redhawk boy as he stood over him, a mixture of confusion and anger forcing his features into an ugly, twisted scowl. He waited, only the sounds of the roaring ocean below and the cries of sea birds filling in the dead silence.

"Speak!" His demand cut through the clamour of the coast, breaking at its highest note and betraying the boy's need for his friend to come back. Please.