Lone Star Mountain abalone

ezra's agitation fed her own. skaigona felt assailed by the eyes, by the pulling condescension she thought she heard in that question.
between they and ezra she straightened further, glancing between the pair of them. "we're leaving. are you going to let us go?"
she didn't want a conversation, or to ask them what they thought she wanted; she wanted to be shut of the mountains.