Heron Lake Plateau is meatball an fruit

phas out <3 skip me in next round

the siren was darkly troubled by this news; she hid it well, and was glad when bat spoke and took the attention off of her.

she needed time to think. to digest this news of rosalyn - why was she at the sound? who was with her? the questions churned and roiled unanswered in her mind, like the surging snarl of a tide -- she needed to be alone.

bat and ceara and quixote and tegan wouldn't notice if an old crone slipped off, right? this was technically out of her jurisdiction anyway, and the longer she lingered the more of her carefully maintained facade would slip. she took the opportunity then, while ceara had wrly questioned the girl's abilities, to make her leave -- a dip of her muzzle in tegan's direction in thanks as she did so.

she would approach him later, to learn more -- but for now there were too many... and she needed to be alone.