Barrow Fields Bramble shark

this was the longest sobeille had tolerated a male in such close proximity. her fur stood on end, an electric interchange communicating between the warmth of swordfish’s body and the sudden awakening of her’s.

he struggled to collect his words. this was something that had never occurred to sobeille; as he glanced to the narrowing space between them, she cast her gaze to the horizon where the sea consumed the sky.

sobeille had been initially intrigued when he said he wasn’t good — but it turned out, he meant not good at conversation. the hopeful flame in her faltered a moment. she thought of athalia, that feral beast who wore her true-self boldly for the world to see. swordfish was a very different animal than that clever wildling — but no less interesting.

what was she after? no one had ever asked her that before. a knowing smile stole across her lips before it fled, replaced by guarded cunning. dat is for me to know, an’ de world to find out. trust like dat is not freely given, she had once said to a curious and patient @John; the stranger on the coast. had he ever eaten the fish she’d given him? she hoped so.

would this boy eat something she offered? sobeille decided to find out.

are you hungry?