Blackbeak Bluff doors are meant to close behind you

Lazuline’s suspicions of that place had been right all along. They should’ve listened to her the moment she spoke. But no, her say had been cast aside. Now look.

A brief chuckle whisked through her clenched teeth. 

Look at us. The irritation in her voice was veiled with a chipper tune and a wavering smile.

She stopped near the tail-end of her sister, who lay quietly in the sand.

I knew it. I knew it. I told you we should’ve kept going! But nobody listens to me.

She began to pace in circles. Cerulean’s figure was blurred by slowly mounting anger.

Now look. Look at Viridian. Injured. Sick! Now I have to fix the mess you two got us into. Good god, I mean I can but-

She could. She was a good medic. The most skilled between the three.
She could and she would and she would not fuck it up.
Not again.
She could.

Lazuline grit her teeth. It isn’t easy you know! I can’t just find everything I need at this time of year.