Sequoia Coast but life is long my love is gone away

the thrum of the ocean followed by bartok's greedy gobbles was enough to lull caiaphas -- for a moment, the siren queen almost slipped off into refreshing sleep. she was disturbed when the bird bounded about her -- she pried a singular and nearly disapproving eye upon him until he spoke.

the tone of his dry voice caught her unawares and she shifted to gaze upon him. it was hard to read the countenance of a bird -- it wasn't soft, like a doe's -- nor did it possess the complexity of a fox's. it was simply black eye and black beak and black feathers, all black and all inscrutable.

"dog has been busy devising schemes. many enemies to kill, many babes to slay." she replied in the clipped semblance bartok was well-known for.