sound of a gun

Leucothoë had come, too, and her eyes looked in the horizon. She truly did not like departing from the Sea, but had done it to learn more of the place that she had come. It would give her an advantage against any that she did not know simply to know things. Beside her was her twin, and presently she pressed her shoulder gently into her mirror image.

It was not long before they were joined. The first one was polite enough, and a woman. This immediately was enough for Leucothoë to prefer her to the other who approached and—what had she heard?! Leucothoë did little to hide her lack of amusement, and thought of a volley of things to do and say both. Instead, the woman morphed her face into the look of a woman morbidly interested in something—him—her head tilting and lobes perked forward. Leucothoë did not like men at all, but they had their uses.