Ocean's Breath Plateau six vices become wrath

as the wretch studied the form of her nemesis, another being slipped into view. her hawkish eyes befell erzulie, and the mincing flash of her seafoam-green glare. she did not waver, though her posture was held coldly in pose that could only be described as "ready to react"; svalinn's flanking was acknowledged with the flick of a torn ear, though she did not notice the fumbling way he glanced from face to face as if trying to keep all in line of his vision.

it gave the siren a strange kind of pleasure to see tension rippled from rosalyn's form, followed by a voice that remained casual but carried an edge. caiaphas kept both in her line of sight, untrusting but not all-together willing to issue brawl. "reunions?" she chirped harshly, her narrow snout cutting through the air as she scanned the periphery: "who else have you seen?"