Morningside Cuesta ouska

That made for two unsatisfied parties. Anselm watched Etienne slink off, holding the image of the seaborn’s downtrodden features in his mind. 

He listened to the methodical breathing if Fiona, the only one left. While her question was not levied against him as an accusation, he swung his gaze to her sharply — his expression one of brief resentment. 

I vas fucking attacked, Fiona! He literally chased me out. I came back to tell Etienne. Vhen ve told Druid, she simply let us go. If it weren’t for Etienne — I vould be gone. No one here likes one another — vhat is the point of staying?