Looking for the SeaWing Tribe (Everyone)

Jura swam through the water, looking for a SeaWing that was hopefully part of the tribe. The only SeaWings she'd found so far had been rogues and had no idea where the tribe was. She was getting restless. She had expected to run into a SeaWing from the tribe by now. How was she going to join them if she couldn't find them. She wished she's asked her parents when she had the chance. She didn't even know where they were now. She looked through the water, hoping that she would see something in it's dark depths. Wait, what was that? She swam closer to where something had seemed to move. Yes, something was there! She swam for it quickly, hoping that it was a SeaWing. She halted when it became apparent that it was only a school of fish. Curse those fish. They had gotten her hopes up. Her stomach rumbled, reminding her that the last thing she had eaten had been a few small fish. Should she eat the fish? But what if it was the SeaWing tribe's territory? She knew how particular they could be about their land and everything in it. She sighed and turned away from the fish. Her stomach reprimanded her for that choice. She looked into the darkness once again only to find what she expected, nothing. Was she even meant to find the tribe? Was this a sign from the gods that she was supposed to be a starving rogue forever? Well, she would keep looking a little longer. She just wanted to find one more SeaWing. and if it wasn't from the tribe, then she would accept the god's judgment and go back.

BUMP

Vann swam through the ocean, enjoying, well... the water and everything in it. He had spent the better part of the day with his aquatic friends, challenging them to races. He won everytime, of course. Well... he did lose once to a dolphin, but no one needed to know about that. If anyone asked, the dolphin was elderly and Vann would have felt bad letting her lose. The SeaWing Guardian wanted to explore a few newly-discovered spots some more, but he had already been away from the tribe too long today. It didn't really matter; hardly anything ever happened. But it wouldn't look good for Vann, a Guardian, to be absent. So now he bid farewell to a baby megalodon--thanked Arkhor its mother wasn't around anymore--then made his way to the SeaWing palace.

It took about an hour for Vann to reach the waters his tribe claimed. By then he was hungry and decided to do a little hunting before going home. He spotted a school of fish carelessly riding the currents, unaware of the Dragon in search of dinner. Vann swam right toward them, not bothering to be stealthy, his maw open and ready to take in some tasty fish. The fish scattered, as expected, no longer caring if their comrade survived. It was every fish for themself. Vann darted through the center of the school, turned sharply, and repeated until he'd eaten all his belly could hold.

About halfway through his feeding frenzy, Vann had noticed a SeaWing nearby. But they seemed... lost. So when he was done, he swam over, overjoyed at the thought of making a new friend. "Hey, did you forget the way home or something?"

Jura jumped when she heard someone behind her. She turned to see another SeaWing. Her hopes rose and she quickly asked, "Are you from the SeaWing tribe?" She hoped beyond hope that he was. But what if he wasn't? Her hopes sank. Yeah, he probably wasn't. She'd just have to go back then. To the swamp? Her nose wrinkled in disgust. No, not there. Then where? Most places where already claimed by tribes. That was the whole reason she hadn't just moved and decided to find the SeaWing tribe so begin with. Well, she'd tried. She'd at least wait for him to tell her that he wasn't.

"I sure am," Vann said with a smile. "You must be a rogue then, if you're asking. Are you looking to join us? We'd be happy for you to!" The Guardian did a little flip as he said this, still happy as a clam.