The Sentinels I had a dream last night,

bijou peered unabashedly at umbra as she caught the tell-tale signs of remembrance on the kraken's face. no eating had happened, but apparently the eye had been left somewhere here... she looked about them as if expecting to see a shriveled little marble blotted by sand.

alas, nothing.

tickled by umbra's assessment of her, bijou canted her head to the side with a grin. "you could say i am skilled in many things. what makes you think i am not a fighter?" rangy as bijou was, she was not all muscle -- that could certainly create the appearance of something disarming and harmless.

an advantage when it came to bijou's line of work.