when the colors fade

Of course they're woven by Abraxas himself, how else would a litter between two moms even happen. It just makes sense, at least to Tide. Was... shit, was this his doing, too? Was he trying to show them something? Whatever it was, it couldn't be good, given the trembling and the strange happenings.

Tide isn't left on his own for long, Pythia appearing seemingly out of nowhere. Her approach quiet, ghostly, catching him by surprise as he'd been so trained on the land around him. Moving to stand by her side, sweeping the horizon once more. He couldn't see out to the sandy shoreline itself from here, they're too far inland. "Just the scratches in the earth, it seems like they're worse where the ground is softer. Can't find any reason for them, other than the shaking."

For as much as he wants to fuck with her, this isn't the time. Another tremor rocking the earth beneath their feet, the boy making sure to stand with knees unlocked so they don't knock him ass over tea kettle. "You see anything interesting?" Ha. See. Still, maybe she'd found something more consequential in her own scouting. "I'm not going down to the water, let Davey get swallowed up. He's off with some girl." A roll of his eyes, salt ringing true in his voice.

"speech"