Cerulean Cape Riverboat, wheelbarrow, wildflower and barley

The woman left her speechless and staring, ears pulling forward as she watched her disappear. Hokulani. She liked blondes. Storm blinked, still staring at the empty space Hokulani had left behind. After a long moment, she smiled to herself. Just briefly, faintly, and then the expression was gone.

If you don't find your bad man.

Her chest ached. She hated that feeling. The girl turned away with a huff, abruptly furious. Maybe if she brought something warm and bloody, Hokulani would let her bite her face a little. That thought gave her focus, at least. She set off with her nose low to the ground, searching.