Sea Lion Shores the preacher in a t-shirt told me i could be a leader

the scar minted across the man's face compelled all of ava's attention. a whirlpool of emotions stormed her chest: wonderment, awe, something as fragile and daring as hope --

and it is dashed to the ground in mere seconds, the illusion she could be anything besides other stolen from her as the man turned from her advances, cowed to the ground by the storming of caracal and that hideous thing --

dinah has fled into the woodlands. her shimmering shape was a blur in the trees.

ava sat miserably upon the ground and began to cry.