[SWP] It comes in waves

WAKER

Once you were away from the beach, you settled into sullen silence. You weren't at all sure what it was about anymore—surely you're not bitter about the fact that no one was able to get the damn siren off of you in the lake? And once up on the shore, Night Sky had cared, as she keeps caring, sticking close and throwing glances your way to make sure you haven't spontaneously died.

You don't know what it is. Hope or not, you're tired and frustrated and feel like turning inside out, but if that's possible to do without killing yourself, you haven't found out how to do it.

It's probably not.

Halyven looms on the horizon, all ivory towers and broken spires, and you heave a sigh. Your coat is glossy black with sweat, mane plastered to your stocky neck. Did this whole episode have to take place under the blasting heat of the sun? Couldn't they have done this in winter?

Nothing satisfies you today, and the moment you make it to the outer rim of the city, you stick to the shadows when offered. "Is there any sort of thing that lives in Halyven?" You blink a little. You hadn't thought of that. "No idea," you say once it's obvious that Dragon Man isn't going to break his silence. The big stallion simply shrugs, and so, you turn to Night Sky instead. She seems to know her way around the Rift; maybe she knows if Halyven houses any monsters.