The Sentinels I had a dream last night,

a cyclops. bijou overturned this piece of information in thirsty delight -- what manner of monsters waited for her beyond the horizon?

and were they like her, or driven by something else? territorialism, perhaps?

"a leg for an eye." bijou mused delightfully. "a good barter on your end. legs heal, and we can hunt again after being hurt. take an eye, and that wolf will never return to the glory of its former self. take an eye, and that wolf lives in fear for the rest of its life." bijou decided then that this woman, treasure as she was, was something to be admired. that alone stayed any impulse she had to revisit umbra on darker terms at a later date. "what did you do with the eye? ate it, i hope."