Blackbeak Bluff doors are meant to close behind you

all of the trouble they'd run into since coming here had been thanks to zuli.  cerulean hadn't pissed on any caches.  every time, every mess, no matter how catastrophic or how much it fucked up their lives, it would be cerulean who had to deal with the aftermath. 

and it would never be enough.  no matter what she was able to scrape together for them, they'd find something to complain about.  why couldn't lazuline understand that none of them were happy?

the moment her sister opened her mouth, the belief that zuli would never listen was cemented in cerulean's mind.  she expected an outburst, but what she received instead was a deep wound from zuli's carefully crafted words.

i don't see you ... doing shit!

cerulean deflated instantly, like a popped balloon.  while zuli and viri had training and skills to offer, cerulean had never taken up a practice.  she took the onslaught wordlessly, dutifully, and as her sister turned to leave cerulean stood shaking.  she wouldn't be looking for bark or cobwebs, that was certain. 

instead, she turned and headed up the coast.


if zuli hated her so much, cerulean would see how they fared without her.