Sequoia Coast give me no reprieve

The Siren Queen was not one to live each provincial day come what may -- it puzzled her that Mordecai seemed so aloof with his preparation. Life as she knew it was chaotic, lawless -- but one did not wander through it an unmanned vessel.

She was not fond of the direction in which their conversation had turned -- despite her kind regard of the mahogany male she steeled herself, for he neither ally nor family. "It is not far. Perhaps someday you should pay a visit." She made no mention that he would not be treated as an equal if he was unlucky enough to be caught close to their garrison. There seemed in her gaze a glitter of malice, though her bland smile forbade it. "Farewell." The Siren Queen turned upon her svelte limbs then, finding their conversation's topic enough to excuse herself from his company.