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the siren hadn't missed the near despondent way blixen cast her gaze out to the shore -- a shore that stared despondently back. caiaphas' gaze briefly followed the line blixen had scanned over: miserable coast, cold stones, and grey skyline.

if she was annoyed at all by mention of drageda, she hid it well -- but her eyes snapped back up to the firebrand, a tinge of recognition curled in that tourmaline gaze. "yes. you settled here around when this--" she gestured to the rocky shore --"was called saltwinter." she was about to add something in afterthought when the flame-fringed vixen offered a name. "caiaphas. your friend have a name?"