Cerulean Cape farewell and adieu to you spanish ladies

She ate with a vigour that did not entirely surprise the witch, with injuries as fresh and severe as her own, it was obvious that the girl could not have hunted for herself very well. The shore was a good place for scavengers; the sea offered up bodies every so often. A circling erne over the sea lion she had left behind was evidence of this, the birds took very good care of the offerings of the sea. 

She repeated her thanks, after which she posed a question. "I am Thelxiope; healer. And you?" The woman's burns seem almost-familiar to the sea-witch, reminiscent of a tale told by her mentor. She had spoken of the burning fang that fell from the sky, of lightning, and how it took the life of any it struck. She had shown her a tree, once, dead and charred amongst its vibrant brethern, and explained the cause of its death. Lighting, she had been told, took a soul and scattered it amongst the elements. But she had never heard of one surviving the sky's bolts, but the woman before her might be evidence of it. "What fate befell you, néos?" She asked softly, wondering if her thoughts bore truth.