Stavanger Bay move along, move along

likewise, sobeille's mind rifled through various responses -- settling at last at the inviting idea she owed no answers to someone who deserted her. because that's what it was, right? at the end of the day, sobeille wouldn't recognize her own hand in pushing treepie away. but she would recognize the empty space left by tiuttuk's sudden absence.

holding her gaze, admiring the lean slant of her muzzle once again, sobeille stiffened. not until treepie stepped away from the pounding sea did she reply, a thin blade of an unmentionable emotion dousing her throat. you don't be playin' fair. you ask an' i answer. lifting her chin -- perhaps dangerously so given their distance -- sobeille's yellow eyes traced the face she'd thought of many times these past moons.