Stavanger Bay move along, move along

Perhaps, under other circumstances, Treepie might’ve reacted more strongly to that familiar Cajun drawl. Now, she merely paused with her snout pointed inland and raised her dull eyes to Sobeille’s masked face. Feelings flickered through her, though her own face remained devoid of anything save for a proverial tinge of green.

So? she said, her voice hollow and a little raspy from the acid and salt burning at the back of her throat. Did you drop them?

Cairos. Chireille. Mirelyn. She said their names in her head as she glanced past Sobeille, as if hoping to catch a glimpse of them. But there was no one there. Sobeille was alone. She’d probably killed all three of them, just like she’d tried to kill Tiuttuk.