Cerulean Cape take me to your waters, lay me on your shore

The other gives her tease of information and Thuringwethil narrows her eyes, knits her eyebrows together, and remains suspicious for the moment. When she confesses the mood of the girl in question, her own heart seizes up and lurches out of her chest. It had been tense leading up to the disappearance and Wildfire had been upset enough that it could have turned into anger. Her jaws tighten and Thuringwethil bounces her head once. “Probably,” she answers, clearing her throat. “Do you know anything else?”