Bitter Taste

A noise somewhere behind him. An apparition on the sand: white and black, gold and white. Feathers whispering at her sides. Slowly, Seiji's head comes up. He rocks back, his weight easily adjusting, and replaces his foot on the sand. A quizzical glint in his eyes: no? He turns toward her fully and takes a step in her direction. She appears young, but he sees no others with her. Again, Seiji is left to wonder if no one here cares at all for their youth. A small flare of anger in his chest, though he should not feel it. What does it matter to him? But it does. He tilts his long face at her, digesting the warning. Blinks back at the black pool, ears twitching. And then to the girl again. He has never heard the word coyote though he supposes it must be some kind of animal. Does that mean she frequents this place? He has a feeling she will bring him no closer his goal, but perhaps she knows something interesting. Stepping back, Seiji nods in the direction of the pit, a question in his eyes. What is it, then? And why is she here?

@Requiem