Gyrfalcon's Keep she fooled me twice and it's all my fault

she closes her eyes, leaning into her brother's grooming with a soft sigh. sort of, she admits sheepishly to his question, remembering how hard she'd fought her initial relocation to the coast, back with the tribes. i just — gods, athris, i hate it but i can't get away from the ocean. it's like — the tribes were right, kind of. at least a little bit. they were full of shit but they were right — it's in me or something. she realizes she's rambling, and she'd cursed, and her eyes are heating up with tears again, but this time from shame and hurt and fear. or maybe i'm just crazy. like dad.