RANDOM EVENT
The calves surge closer with a sudden, exuberant confidence that makes the scale of them impossible to ignore, their immense bodies cutting through the auroras with a speed that feels almost playful until the sheer mass behind it becomes unmistakable. They move the way young whales always have, buoyant and curious and utterly unaware of how dangerous their games might look to something so much smaller, drifting toward one another in wide, looping arcs before bumping flanks with the careless affection of creatures who have only ever had each other to test their strength against.
Each collision sends a soft shock through the stardust-laced air, trails of glitter bursting and scattering as though the sky itself has been struck, and the Sugartide, with her sleek hull and jewel-bright, stained-glass sails catching the aurora light, has become the most interesting new object in their shared playground. The calves bank again, adjusting course with surprising agility, and this time their attention is unmistakably fixed on the ship, their movements quickening with delighted intent as if they have decided that this strange, glowing thing floating among the lights looks exactly like something worth nudging, testing, and enthusiastically getting to know.
Each collision sends a soft shock through the stardust-laced air, trails of glitter bursting and scattering as though the sky itself has been struck, and the Sugartide, with her sleek hull and jewel-bright, stained-glass sails catching the aurora light, has become the most interesting new object in their shared playground. The calves bank again, adjusting course with surprising agility, and this time their attention is unmistakably fixed on the ship, their movements quickening with delighted intent as if they have decided that this strange, glowing thing floating among the lights looks exactly like something worth nudging, testing, and enthusiastically getting to know.
