And yet, his calls for Ashtoreth did little to stop her from fleeing the scene as quickly as she had arrived. With his ears twisting back, he sized up the few that were with her-- those were Bonebound, weren't they? Then she was safely returned back to her family all the same. Still, she could have had the decency to say hello to her father!

He'd do his best not to worry too much. After all, chasing after her would only push her away more. He knew what it was like to want to be independent, why, he had spent his whole life proving how self-dependent he was!

It seemed everyone had grabbed a pearl and started to clear out, so with a huff, the old Fisher hauled himself over to one that reminded him of himself: a rough, hard brown stone wrapped up in a pretty red bow. He grabbed it by the ribbon, and with a twitch of his tail, he gave a friendly nod to passersby on his way out.