Name: Briskel
Gender: Male
Personality: Calm, easy-going, laid-back. Good-natured and outgoing, he has a keen sense of curiosity and is somewhat nosy.
Bond: Aslage

Name: Aslage
Race: Anthropomorphic Manatee
Gender: Male
Appearance: Mottled, grey-brown skin, frizzy black hair. A large build, but short, and large green eyes.
Personality: Very kind and gentle, also cheerful and outgoing. He tends to be let down easily, though, and has a pessimistic attitude.

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Briskel trumpeted to his bond below, "the storm is almost at the shore, you should come in soon!"

The manatee-morph heard him, though he was currently sifting sand and muck about twenty feet below the water's surface. The ocean was churning miles away, it was already causing a lot of crashing waves. He knew better than to stay out here, but the concern in his bond's voice brought him up for air.

"I'm here, I'm here," he said, slowly as was his way. "I found these shells, we will be able to make things from them, I think."

"That's a big one! Is there still something in it?" Briskel asked, poking his long copper-colored snout toward Aslage's wide hands. A huge shell, abalone, was the biggest of the bunch, but others teetered on top of it as he waddled into the shelter nearby. The Zekirans had made certain that all the nearby inhabitants of Planet Twenty were cared for if there was danger, and frankly some of them were simply bored out of their minds. These shelters that dotted the shoreline and inland to their great mountaintop city were complex, large, and very nicely made. This one was big enough for the dragon to enter, from his own spot above.

"Yes, something is still in it, and it's about to be lunch, I think..." Though most manatee were herbivores, there was something quite good about the shellfish that he often brought up to trade. The shells themselves were things he could shape with his psionics, a power which his mother had - one which had condemned her to Planet Twenty with her young offspring. Bones of some kinds also bent to his will, but Aslage would hardly ever consider using that kind of power as an attack, even in the worst of circumstances.

Briskel waited for his turn at the shells, while Aslage cut the meat out of the shell and began pounding it with a wooden mallet. The sounds of the storm outside blended with the pounding...