Starglow Basin vacia

truthfully, he's livid.

osiel's anger redirected into his own, and in the days following soto withdrew, absorbing that bristling wrath and augmenting it into something more useful.

the first question was how?
(how had she gotten in?)

and the second was also how?
(how had she gotten out?)

soto poured over the tracks, forming a better picture.

fate. the scent of one waylaid the other; her crossing timed at the perfect moment those on watch were relieved by those watching. their hours too inconsistent for any pre-planning.

no, not fate. la bruja's gnarled hand, guiding.

soto knew now what laid in store. he rises, seeking the failed guardswoman out. @Saya. his tone cold, single eye glowering as it took in her injuries.

all from a frail and sickly looking coy.