Cerulean Cape i won't go down by myself, but i'll go down with my friends

Moorhen was newly-returned to these lands, but already quite at home. Today, she was a silent gargoyle upon the rocks a little further ashore, watching the yearling as he ranted and raved in the surf.

He was disturbing her peace, and the beach she'd chosen to be prickly about for the day. Ordinarily, she might've tried to chase the intruder away, but something about this boy's desperation plucked at the chords of kindness that'd been so carefully tuned by her beloved Coelacanth.

The ragged erne slunk down from the equally dark rocks, and she stalked toward the stranger for several paces before she remembered to soften her demeanor.

"You search?" she called to him, her voice flat and unfriendly, but edged with a tiny dose of concern.