Sea Lion Shores Sister’s in the drive in movies, brother’s at the old high school.

Curtains of vapor and rain drift back to reveal a pewter shore. It was staying-inside weather, planes-grounded-and-delayed weather. Even so, seagulls volplane along the water.

Miranda narrowing his eyes, facing leeward. His feet crush the kelp, sprawled out in dense knots and spirals straight out of Kekulé's dreaming. Erzulie had mentioned that the orange ones were good for healing. He takes a mouthful on a whim, and it's with this mouthful of orange kelp he sees a dark wolf higher up inland. A Rusalkan maybe ... but their walk was hawkish, frustrated, if he had ever smelt bitterness, this was it. Rusalkan? he asks, shouting through the wind and rain and the seaweed in his mouth, which he promptly drops.