Stavanger Bay move along, move along

when sobeille first saw her, she was hunched over in the surf, spine arched and stomach tensed. just the sight of treepie was enough to put aside her search for both cairos and chireille -- if only for minutes.

first came the smirk of knowing, but a residual coldness settled behind her gaze as she came alongside the once-friend. you not supposed to be drinkin' de seawater. sobeille commented, gaze completing a full assessment of treepie's current standing -- including the rather sickly lean of her physique.