Cerulean Cape don't cry for yesterday

the iron waif had not meant to startle him -- yet startle him she did. so affected was he by surprise he fell into the capping waves and but for a moment was gone entirely from view. he resurfaced nearly immediately, the shearwater spluttering from his lips as he turned to face her. the sylph would be lying if she said she did not exact some sort of cruel enjoyment in seeing him suffer the taste of salt -- but it had never been her intention.

she offered a wane and thoughtless smile, the corners of her mouth uplifted as if mocking a jester's insipid jeer. "me." she finished, the smile cruel against her gaunt features. nothing else was said -- instead, she waited for pan to do the talking.