Memories that haunt us like ghosts

Oath’s melodious laugh echoed softly through the night, a stark contrast to Azriel’s grumbling. “Oh, Azzy,” he purred, his voice young, sweet and teasing, “you’ve always had a flair for the dramatic.” His eyes sparkled with amusement as he watched his companion disdainfully flick away a tiny crab.

“These little morsels are treasures in disguise,” Oath continued, his tone light and affectionate. “You just need to appreciate the little things in life.” He gracefully plucked a particularly plump crab from the tide pool, its shell gleaming in the moonlight. With a delicate motion, he cracked it open and savored the tender meat within, humming contentedly.

“We may be demigods,” Oath mused, “but even gods can enjoy the humble offerings of the sea.” He turned his head toward Azriel, his expression softening as his golden earrings gave gentle clinks. “Besides, it’s not just about the food. It’s about the company.” He nudged Azriel playfully. “It is our first time setting foot on his new continent! I'm hungry after a swim like that! Let’s make the most of this night, even if it’s just with these ‘tiny shit tasting crustaceans’.”

Oath’s laughter filled the air once more, a comforting sound that blended with the whispers of the beach, as he continued his hunt, enjoying the simple pleasures that Hermit’s Cove had to offer. He continued his hunt, enjoying the simple pleasures that Hermit’s Cove had to offer. “Don’t worry, Az,” he added with a reassuring smile, “we’ll find better food as we explore and look for our family. This is just the beginning.”