The Sentinels I had a dream last night,

there is enough. a vague answer, but one supposed in a court of strangers no half-answer was too safe.

"i find the concept of pledging strange. i promise myself to no one; i am not a bone to be passed around and chewed to another soul's content." she thought of her home, of her brothers -- of the stern face of her father. "but, if i had to choose a thing to assign myself to, it would be the sea." bijou's saltwater eyes panned to the ocean, which roiled and frothed like a restrained beast. "she is magnificent, no?"