born with salt on my skin
Seem’s we’re of the same mind today, the itch to go somewhere makin’ me feel like a caged cat. I grab waterproof bag and put the essentials in it, plus the Cloud Manta choker, and tell Hoa to find Zeph if I ain’t back by tomorrow mornin’. With the tunnels more clear than before, I can get to it from land, takin’ one’a the backways an’ followin’ the signs to where the main meeting place is. It’s been too long since I’ve been here, so I take my time - alert, but lookin’ at the various changes, from monsoon damage to lava damage to cave-ins. Then it occurs to me that I don’t know what Jack brought back with ‘im this season.
An that makes me a little huffy, so say the least. I’m dwellin’ on it when I see a figure ahead an’ tense up, but soon recognize the head’a curls. “Saiden?” I call quietly, hand on a knife in case it ain’t him.
and the sea in my blood
RAZA
