Stavanger Bay with flowers in the sunshine

while sandpiper might have intuitively picked up he was listing, she just as quickly forgot it -- she was easily distracted and ultimately quite self-serving, so when the conversation shifted from raptor's underweather demeanor to the very-scary, very-imminent birds above, she forgot entirely about it. sorry raptor, your side-chick just happens to be very vapid and very self-absorbed.

with a flinty scowl in raptor's direction she turned her attention skyward for a moment, her gaze browsing along the long tendrils of bright cirrus clouds with scrutiny. the one thing the strange aerial predators had that worked in her favor was she could always hear them (and feel them) long before she saw them -- which gave her enough time to flee for cover should she need it.

she scoffed at the notion raptor could protect her from the blackened things -- they were like giant, angry flies -- maybe mixed in with fat orca and terrifying eagle. nothing about their presence looked like they did anything but efficiently kill. "you couldn't." sandpiper contested, another roll of her eyes given as she started to walk towards the shallow shores where seals often rested. "how could you not see them? what were you even doing?" suddenly she leveled an accusatory stare at him - was he seeing other women? HOW DARE!