"We have to find her, and I mean fast." Torian was the first to start.
They sat around in the living room, brooding, their hearts aching, and they didn't want to imagine what Roxy must be going through, 7 miles underwater.
How did she get saved?
What happened to her?
She was the only one who could properly explain why there was another of her kind claiming to be hers.
Everything was so confusing to them, but they didn't let their emotions lead them to world destruction, because Roxy loved the beastworld. If she came back, how would she rest?
So they started thinking. Then they moved into action.
For three days, the sound of sawing Iron-Wood echoed through the valley like the screams of dying trees.
In the central courtyard, which had been converted into a shipyard, Syris crouched over a drawing he had etched into the dirt with a claw.
