Sea Lion Shores i can not boast

sandpiper found his mock sympathy infuriating, and leveled with him a mightily cold stare. she knew he was faking it - what other reason would someone have to not show them their mighty lance?

all the same she wasn't disappointed, mostly because she had no earthly idea what would be under there. a worm? a snake? some grotesque and thorny thing? she didn't wish to imagine, and instead focused on heatedly spurning his riposte with her own brand of wit: "are you one of those flies?" she asked with a hot huff to her tone. smokestep had taken this stranger in and she had been reluctant to warm up to him, though his parrying wit and quick tongue was slowly growing on her.

not by much, she reminded herself sharply.