Stavanger Bay they caught the katy, and left me a mule to ride

already arcturus had readied himself to leave. he was eager to quit the company of this siren; she was too close to home, when he was thousands of miles away.

her question stayed him in his tracks. he could not help the cant of one tattered ear, the slow way his gaze panned back to her in dread. "no." arcturus repeated, this time the finality replaced with something else: obscured and reluctant concern.

what ever had happened to ying?