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astera had been swept out.
sapphique searched.
beyond the edge of the furthest current into which the children had ever been allowed to go, there was a large flat stone, and today mireille crept into siren's bay alone.
she regarded the sea, she entered it without a flinch, and in strong lunges began to swim directly into the darker shadows which marked the riptides. it had been days, and still she must know. she must go as far as she was able to search.
a child could not survive this. but mireille was the daughter of erzulie and rosalyn. she must have faith in herself now and look for any trace of any knowledge as to where the adopted girl of the seacliffs had gone.
The moment Rae caught wind of the missing children, she joined the search. She generally avoided the pack's youth, though she worked to keep them fed as much as anyone else; kids just weren't her thing. Besides, they were probably better off without her influence.

But now two of them were gone. Rae arrived at the neighboring sound on Mireille's heels, watching her leader plunge into the waters. She only hesitated for a moment before she stepped in after her, not bothering to try to announce herself over the sound of the waves. Rae was not quite as confident in the water as Mireille, but she would not complain. The priority here was finding the missing crotch goblins.
long strokes. long strides. mireille felt her strength eaten by the cold; she shoved her shoulders forward and took a breath before she dove beneath. icewater darkness, paws finding the sharp edge of bluecoral lacework which dropped into depths unknown.
nothing. she strained her aching eyes against the gloom, looking for the grim sign that —
and when mireille broke for breath, a gasp; she blinked the sea from her eyes to see raelle of all wolves, paddling out from the shore after her. "deep, here!" she shouted. "careful!" and arced nimbly back into the waves toward the other woman.
Deep waters. Rae hesitated, pausing to tread water as Mireille made her way toward her own position. Any sign of 'em? She called out, pressing forward again when it seemed that Mireille was close.

Searching in the water was not a hopeful sign. No child could hope to survive this, or at least Rae thought so. But even a body would be better than nothing at all; at least then they would have closure.
"none."
mireille was silent thereafter, and when she could swim no longer, she made raelle knew she was leaving the sea before she returned to shore, crouching upon the sand as water streamed and her heart broke.