Barrow Fields she sells sea shells

the siren's hook had fell short. in hindsight, not surprising given the bait had been feebly fashioned.

as caiaphas watched maegi's form limp down across the tan swath of sand, she wondered if she was gradually losing her touch. certainly, manipulating wolves had always come easily to the siren queen -- but now, as her summer years witnessed their slow sunset, perhaps she was slipping.

the thought was very swiftly buried, executed in some dark corridor of her tangled thoughts. without a word, caiaphas too drifted down the shore.