shenanigans only

Now that completion of the school was looming close and she felt almost prepared to start taking in students, the stress had built to an untold magnitude. The nightmares that had kept her from deep sleep since Rhyme's passing had finally began to trickle down to a manageable level. No longer was she waking soaked in sweat and keening, now she was just... slightly disheveled and a little overwhelmed. Panic no longer gripped her in a tight fist. Things were looking almost bright. With the change of the seasons coming slow and sweet, Theory thought it was a good time to pay Sparrow a visit before the weather became more unseasonable.

She wanted to probe for more information about the details she'd heard from Artorias. Had they she been sniffing around their borders? If so, to what end? Sparrow was a pirate, after all - she had no allegiances to anyone but herself. Theory wasn't under the impression that she would act entirely unprovoked, so that left a few options: The Hallows had something she wanted or The Hallows had done something to offend her. Enough time had elapsed since she'd spoken with Art that surely something have come to fruition, or Sparrow had moved on to another target. Fiending for some information, companionship, and perhaps a stiff drink, Theory called out at the edge of the sparkling beach.