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agitation. it prickled along her spine like lines of ants, kept her awake at night and made the sound of waves on the shore sound like whispered warnings. there were fewer people in the grotto than she remembered, and it was changed, now. dangerous. 

it's raleska's voice that draws the girl near, she at least, is familiar. "the ocean's wrong." she tells her, firm and confident, though her ears are glued to her skull and her tail curled. she peers down at the grotto the woman's just left, adding in a reverent whisper, "it wants to hurt us."