Sequoia Coast ﹙ꕥ﹚Called to the Devil and the Devil did come

a large seabird arced its fierce wings, soaring overhead with a struggling fish in its claws. sobeille’s gaze turned back to the figure, realizing that she had been noticed.

a voice called over the surf. it held a tinge to it sobeille did not recognize. she pulled closer, now standing upon the dampened swash-line. hello. she returned back, gaze flicking to the sea beyond them. de water nice?