Morningside Cuesta ouska

as she fought for better footing in the muck, she slipped, and as she went down, her tired eyes caught a glimpse of familiarity.
mud dripped from her shoulder. heda dropped the pitifully bedraggled heron onto a firmer patch of earth. the golden eyes that slid between anselm and etienne were those of a wary, hunted animal.
she did not need to have been around glaukos to learn the same lesson he taught druid.
"he's been gone for a few days. druid told him to leave." if no one stopped her, heda would grab the bird and step around them, bone-weary and wanting only to reach the den.
why were they back? she'd factored them out, and now seeing their additions ruined her calculation.
her mind tried to absorb itself; her eyes hazed, and the island passed into her view.