Noctisardor Bypass High and Dry

The turbulence in Anselm settled as he laid eyes on Etienne; the concern in the seaborn’s face softly chiseling the disappointment away. 

Suzu’s suggestion inspired the briefest of smiles. As Etienne inspected them both with inquisitive sniffs, Anselm wondered what a seagull was. Hopefully something big enough that it could push Glaukos down another flight or two of cliff sides. 

She was right about one thing; Etienne wouldn’t like it. He sighed and mulled their options. Vell. Ve could be dead. Maybe it wasn’t all bad.