Sleepy Fox Hollow Go get yourself under those dead-sea lights.

As Etienne bid for the bank Anselm wordlessly stepped out of spray range, though the seaborn’s fur hardly ruffled with his gentle shake. 

A silence pooled around them much like the water splattering down Etienne’s legs. Anselm looked at Etienne for a long time, a subtle expression of distress darkening his gaze. 

Etienne. They are not coming back. Now that Anselm was aware of how his family had abandoned Druid, it was hard to hold onto any shred of hope.