#//lil bit of a brainfart so hoepfully this reads right

[gckotails]

Sturgeous was a bit older than when Snowscale last saw him, and she looked a lot different from when he last saw her. At least… he was sure it was her. It smelled like her. Or… mostly.

Still the gummgumm heir kept to the shadows as he watched her.

“…. Snowscale?” He ventured uncertainly. “That you under all that crystal?”

The voice hailing from darkness was sudden.

Sturgeous had caught the she-troll unawares with water dampening all scents and sounds. As a result head tosses horns to lock blue of feline eyes on the hunched form nearby, lost tension gripping body once again in a heartbeat.

Was it her? The silhouette had used a lost nickname, which then made features shift to sport a frown.

'....Who's asking?' A careful rebound once jaw lifted above dark river. They sounded familiar - but Alex was not certain.