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drinking from the bank, sobeille watched as swamp-darners flew across the surface. their tireless wings did graceful arcs — she would have watched them forever if she hadn’t heard something behind her.

she rose, fastening her gaze towards the thicket where etienne’s form materialized. the wariness of her posture softened, but sobeille kept her distance. eti. it was as warm a greeting as she was able to muster. dere be a very sick woman south of us. did you smell ‘er?