Cerulean Cape vörös grófnő

@Malice

how long it had been since the slow and sucking pull of blood had lapped at her heels. no -- she had traded it for this liquid offal, a sea of salt with the reek of fish upon it. seabirds wheeled overhead -- one even grew so bold as to fly low and clip one of the woman's ears with its arrogant beak.

growling a hiss of warning, erzsébet increased her pace into a meandering lope that had needless worry behind it. while she knew not where to go, and felt keenly the loss of her attendants, she needn't fear. the cape was frozen, and with it the threat of those who would follow.

or so she thought.