Sea Lion Shores and like the sky my soul is also turning

The impetuous wretch, however calculating, had not yet thought of a contingency plan -- and as she flung with wild abandon into the hoard she was oblivious to Atlas' advancement.

She dug and tossed and the darkdamp sand was soon littered with chaotic upheaval, as if some horde of battalion strength had stormed through the strand. So pleased was she by her tumult that she stopped and stepped back to witness the greatness of her generated disorder -- and it was then she caught him flinging her small stash awry.

A dull roar bubbled in her throat, but she stifled it -- her menacing gaze darkening with stormcloud fierceness. She strode towards him purposely and threw herself in his direct path, besieging the pile in the very same manner he strode to do. Once her rage had been appeased she turned towards him panting with her darting tongue swept aside over glittering and pale teeth. Her dark brow remained furrowed and she spoke, her tone ambiguous. "Couldn't a consort get in trouble for that?" A simpering smile followed, her trademark false grin.