Skylax tried to look small. He was used to drawing attention, what with the distinctive shark fate had painted on his side, but he didn’t exactly enjoy it. It tended to give others the wrong impression.
As usual, though, he didn’t succeed. There were so many vayrons assembled at the port of Udreim, simply too many eyes to avoid them all. Most of them were younger than he - he hadn’t quite felt ready for his trials, or perhaps for facing all these other youngsters, for rather too ...
