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Boss Frost
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Eddy eases into the bedroll. It takes him a while: remembering some of the misadventures of his past. He considers contacting his family after this job - after all, he had never made up with them after the argument that broke him from them. Too embarrassed to admit his part in the debacle. He slowly drifts to sleep, casting an apologetic glance at Ayollo before doing so - he didn't really have any mood to converse.
The night passes without incident. The slow sound of waves lapping against the wall is spaced with frantic splashing of whatever was in the water.
The morning that greeted them was dark and chilly. A fog had fallen over the bay, their fire burning itself out hours ago. Had Eddy been human, he'd have been loathe to leave the warmth of his bedroll. His resistance to the chill made itself evident as he slid out - still shirtless and shoeless, peeking out the cave into what he expected was a summer morning. Indeed, the warm sun attempted to beam down and burn away the fog, but to no avail. Above him, bird song could be heard, leaving the coast and headed out to sea. He looks up, "Those aren't gulls... What are those? Songbirds? Headed south in summer?"
He turns to look to Ayollo, waking him if he hasn't awoken already. "Make whatever preparations you need and join me down in the raft. We have to go while the tide's still up." He gathers up his belongings, jumping from the cliffside cave into the raft, the chill spray of the ocean greeting him, as well as a small handful of splinters.
"Splinters?"
Eddy turns his head to the raft - kneeling down to the side of it. He blinks, running his hand over it. "My raft's been chewed." He's speaking mostly to himself, tail thrashing about in a curious manner. His finger trace a bite-mark on the side. The small mark was made with teeth made for ripping flesh - a small shark. Eddy recognized them. "A jigsaw shark made these..." He rises to his feet, mumbling to himself and crossing his arms. "That makes no sense. They prefer the cold waters around Varisia, this is too far south for a jigsaw shark..."
The night passes without incident. The slow sound of waves lapping against the wall is spaced with frantic splashing of whatever was in the water.
The morning that greeted them was dark and chilly. A fog had fallen over the bay, their fire burning itself out hours ago. Had Eddy been human, he'd have been loathe to leave the warmth of his bedroll. His resistance to the chill made itself evident as he slid out - still shirtless and shoeless, peeking out the cave into what he expected was a summer morning. Indeed, the warm sun attempted to beam down and burn away the fog, but to no avail. Above him, bird song could be heard, leaving the coast and headed out to sea. He looks up, "Those aren't gulls... What are those? Songbirds? Headed south in summer?"
He turns to look to Ayollo, waking him if he hasn't awoken already. "Make whatever preparations you need and join me down in the raft. We have to go while the tide's still up." He gathers up his belongings, jumping from the cliffside cave into the raft, the chill spray of the ocean greeting him, as well as a small handful of splinters.
"Splinters?"
Eddy turns his head to the raft - kneeling down to the side of it. He blinks, running his hand over it. "My raft's been chewed." He's speaking mostly to himself, tail thrashing about in a curious manner. His finger trace a bite-mark on the side. The small mark was made with teeth made for ripping flesh - a small shark. Eddy recognized them. "A jigsaw shark made these..." He rises to his feet, mumbling to himself and crossing his arms. "That makes no sense. They prefer the cold waters around Varisia, this is too far south for a jigsaw shark..."