Ravenshook Cliffs unmoored

sandpiper was oblivious to the embittered turmoil that stirred in the dark mayfair, but she did not miss the elegant cant of the woman's muzzle, nor the graceful lilt of her voice. sandpiper was rough, coarse -- this woman seemed sleek and assured with every fluid movement.

it was then sandpiper noticed the contrast of her gaze, though she did not speak upon it. her eyes were hungrily trailing the bird when she spoke. "i could help you get rid of it, if you want." she offered, dickishly grinning. she was so good at making friends.