Turtle sat on a high, cleft rock that jutted out from the ocean below. Occasionally, a salty spray of water would wash up and over him as he lay silent. Upon hearing your talon-steps, he quickly sat up right, curling his tail over his back talons. With a quick squaring of his shoulders, he flipped a flat stone in between each webbed claw. Like he planned to do something with it.

“Hi again. How’d training with Tsunami go?” The emerald green SeaWing asked. You were about to open your mouth when something cold hit you. Almost leaping out of your own scales, you jumped with a yelp. An enormous splash of water hit you. Turtle sputtered a laugh, his shoulders shaking as he held his snout.