Dragoncrest Cliffs if you can't feel me?

the other woman rose like a shadow between sea and sky, twitch’s hackles gave the barest ripple, she stands firm in place, muscles tensing briefly beneath her coat, wire-tight and prepared—not for a fight, but for flight, should it come to that. the slope of her shoulder dipped slightly, cautious.

her voice landed sharp, and twitch resisted the instinct to recoil at the demand. stared hollowly into the woman's eyes instead, focusing a single point while her body warmed like she'd been lit ablaze.

"ameline sent me. said you've got allow." a beat. then, remembering manners like grit in her teeth, she added: "twitch."