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She trailed the dark boy idly. He reminded her of something, perhaps. Anathema couldn't be sure, but she thought she might find out if she could only speak to him. Just for a moment.

If she could hear him; there was a great rush in her ears, always. Black waters in her veins. She ought to have been back at the sea by now. Instead she was here, following some boy, maybe because she'd been foolish enough to lose the last one. To lose her sister.

Maybe this would make it better.

She followed him while he followed his scent trail, watching; unblinking.