Shimmering Sands the hawser rolls, the vessel’s whole and christ, it’s thin

ford had thought in-depth about the waffling nature of their sister: rannveig preferred not to.

whether an idiot, or simply one cleverly lazy, rannveig spared morrigan only the scantest of thoughts. he had been sad she refrained from coming along, of course - but it was more because of his own selfish interests - it was strange, the five of them leaving as four.

he shrugged, ready to think of less sad and depressy things. morrigan was probably safe and well fed, so, like whatever.

"can't be helped." he said with a roll of his shoulders, a thick smile plaguing his features. "but i can show you what you're missing --" he launched for a distant ear, though his teeth had no intention to catch the fur of his brother (doing so would probably cause ford to kill him, a prospect rannveig wanted to avoid because he quite enjoyed being among the living) -- then, with a girlishly high giggle, rannveig danced away, his tail wagging naughtily behind him.