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heda watched each little stone strike the water with the accuracy only a seawolf possessed. "no. i actually — i haven't seen anyone. ensio was here for a little while. then he was gone."
the salt air was a cold breeze for a moment, tousling both young women. heda was quiet, almost pensive; she flicked golden eyes sideways toward mireille and then back toward the ocean. 
the obsidian was wild as the breakers. she knew anyone who tried to put their arms around mireille would be shattered in the same way foam spread upon the shores.
"i'm sure you did well. that seems like a lot of pressure, your dad and his wife. what did they want?"
heda wished she could be so strong, born to the sea so fiercely that she was part of the sand.