Stavanger Bay she said there's nothing to be said, nothing to be gained

sandpiper hid her displeasure at the mention of rosalyn - for a moment her gaze trailed the marks that scuffed nox's muzzle. while there was no sympathy in her fiery eyes, there was no disdain either -- it was almost a clinical look.

she might have wondered if nox, like rosalyn, would someday turn against her, but she quelled those troubled thoughts in favor of pride -- for nox had asked her how she had come to the crew. her tail bobbed arrogantly behind her and she swelled her chest with a puff as she answered smoothly: "born into it. smokestep's my brother." she fully expected some ooohs and ahhs -- maybe even admiration or jealously -- and kept the woman's muzzle in the corner of her eyes to witness her reaction.