Stavanger Bay Shaded me on summer days

That thunderstorm in her chest found its way out alright; it struck him — hard and fast. Lightning. It took the breath from his lungs and shattered every thought in his head until all he heard was the anxious thump of his heart. This was not the spark he was looking for, this was not the way for him to be roused.

"He..." The words died on his tongue. So he stood there stunned at length, his burnt umber eyes flickering across Roz's face. It registered, and then, his face darkened, and his mouth turned down in a deep scowl. "Left, huh? To find Piper? The sea took her!" He spat, brimming with pain that his friend should abandon him so, and boiling with anger at the same.

Raptor spun, pacing a tight circle. He bristled and bared his teeth, tossed his head and squeezed shut his eyes as his expression frantically fought between rage and despair. "Didn't even say a word to me!" He had sucked as a Quartermaster, and he knew it keenly, and yet, he felt betrayed that Smoke had passed the reins to Roz and simply left.

He stopped. His eyes bored into the sand.

"Put me where you want." He muttered. "Bury me here for all I care."