Never too late for siblings to bond

It was early morning when Charlie and his companions set off for the Soul Sand Cove – the beach territory of the Armada. The boy liked the dark sand, how it felt beneath his pads, though the terrain could prove a bit difficult to navigate. But that was why the yearling liked to come here. Moving through the sand was a workout on its own to get through as, in the softest parts between the water and mainland, he sunk into it and really had to work his body to keep at a steady pace. Charlie liked the challenge though, especially as he wore the harness-like brace his mother left him, getting used to wearing the piece. It was… strange. Strange to think that he was old enough to wear it at all. It was a tad loose, considering he still had growing to do, but… he was glad to wear it. It reminded him that Zee would always be with them in spirit. Yorrick had originally been making his way alongside Charlie but the tidepools ended up being too tempting and the fisher had taken a detour to get himself a snack. Once he noticed Charlie chuckled, turning and approaching the firmer, moist sand to where his companion was waiting. Overhead he heard Silveris’ cry, though he didn’t pay attention to its meaning this time: That someone was approaching. He was in the Armada… it wasn’t like he was in danger here.

"Speech," 'Thought.'