Sequoia Coast give me no reprieve

As ever, Caiaphas intrigued him with her seemingly abrupt goodbye. For a moment, he considered that perhaps it was something he had said. But the thought waved itself away; she was far too curious to let something that settled strangely to damper her interest. It seemed whatever she was after in meeting with him had been satisfied, or at least that was what he was willing to believe.

Mordecai watched her retreat into the haze of the coast, half tempted to give follow to see the place in which she had taken up residence. In the end, he decided against it, wishing to save it for another day. It seemed too smothering, too nosy, to just turn up suddenly at her doorstep some time after they had encountered one another. Maybe another day, one a bit more pleasant than the bleak late throes of winter would serve them better. With a huff into the crisp air, he turned his attentions to the looming mountains of the inland, and headed off himself.