Wheeling Gull Isle Look monsieur, where all the children play.

She sought comfort, but Ava did not reach to comfort her; she leapt to defend, and the man fled, and Ana felt herself crumbling. He was gone now. Gone, and it was her fault —

Their fault —

If Ana was tainted by some kind of evil, was Ava not the same? Abel? Tzedeq? She reached for her sister with a low sound in her throat, crooning affection and sorrow twined so closely as to be inseparable. Ana sought to bury her muzzle in Ava's scruff. In this moment she did not think of Dinah, nor the man they'd attacked.

Black waters in their veins; the only love Ana would ever truly know.