Lucretia left her, but Belle was fine with that she could be on her own or with Zee if she chose to follow after her master. She felt herself relax a little more without her sister, her eyes were too sharp and Deathbelle got away with very little from her sister. She was going to take this time to find her treasure. She did not follow her sister across the channel, instead remaining on the island and finding her own little place. She was closer to the ocean, but not so far inland that most of what her paws dug at happened to be sand. Already she was growing a bit weary from all the night’s activities, but she was having too much fun to quit now. With a smile of her features Belle continued her digging, hoping to find something worthy of an Empress. "Speech"

Samara Klein Samara was making her way back from the northern shore of the island, holding a sizable pile of those strange leaves the mysterious guy had called "tickets." She'd managed to find them buried under the sands, happy that it seemed the rumors of treasure buried on the island wasn't totally a myth. She'd considered burying them somewhere else herself but then it'd occurred to her someone else might dig them up and steal her treasure. She didn't yet know what they'd be used for yet but figured it'd be better to stockpile them, so, for now, she carried them. She had no real destination in mind, she'd left Rhyme to have some fun with his kids, they were a solid bunch as far as she can see, little Theory had been eager to talk, the little black and white one with the stump tail hadn't said much but already Samara had been making a bit of a connection between her and the other dwarf woman she'd seen at that one challenge... as for Noir... well it was a lot harder to get a read on him but she could see some potential there. There was potential with all of them really and she was eager to try and get to know them all more... for her own means of course. She'd never admit her own growing fondness for the man. She'd spotted some of her kin around but hadn't yet had a chance to seek them out, maybe now would be a good time, provided she could do so away from wandering eyes. So when she picked up her sister's scent, familiar but now tinged with the faint milk scent of a late pregnancy, surely just about done at this point, she adjusted her course to search out her sister. It seemed she'd find her doing her own treasure-seeking. Samara flagged her tail high in a greeting and she settled before her sister, dropping her small cache at her feet and observing Deathbelle's digging. "Enjoying yourself?" She asked, winking. "Speech", Thoughts & You