Blackbeak Bluff a riot of stars shaken from their station

An allure of mystery surrounds the strange woman. She’s been confident her entire life, stern in her choices and decisions, the good and bad, but an odd sort of buzz beckons her to find out more. Helix tightens her jaw and stiffly nods, acknowledging the information and fighting against another question. Invitation sits on the tip of her tongue but she holds back. It’ll be declined and she’ll be embarrassed and she’s done enough of that in this encounter already.
 
“I should head back,” she says, attempting her usual smooth turn of departure but making an awkward shuffle over the crab instead. “You can keep the crab. A gift,” she assures, turning to go.