The Sentinels Santianna

It was not Alizarin that made himself known, but the lovely voice of a woman who spoke in a foreign tongue. Were it not for this addition, Lark might have vanished into the shade and continued his hunt further along the coast. Instead, the red-tailed pirate squinted sharply into the woodland. He scoured the brush for any signs of the songstress.

An image appeared, sturdy and tossed by the waters. Foxtail regarded them shrewdly. It had been her voice that had joined in on his tune. The ruffian man did not know what she had said with her words, only that he was soft for a girl who would lend her song to a stranger in the wood.

Aye, you there, the slim-snouted man called out, grinning sharply. You’ve a lovely voice. Come, come, bring yourself closer. Foxtail emerged from the brush to show his figure – relaxed and eager for conversation. The gleam of his eyes was the only sign of danger.