trouble on the horizon }} typhoon on the island + tanglewoods arrival

Sweet dreams are made of this,
Who am I, to disagree?

She'd been listening since the boats hit the shore, head leaning out over the railing and watching with godlike interest. "Cast the net. Get me down there." she hushed to her crew and they worked with surprising efficiency. And once the net was cast into the sands, she scaled it quietly. Ears caught spots of the conversation, and her green eyes stared over the gathered mass. Claws in? Fuck that.

Morrison's challenge had been taken as a threat, his group wanted to start shit. She knew that. Aesior, Lucinder, they all knew. Who was going to spark the fire, that was the question. Black claws dug into the sand as she walked, already with her target in sight. Old bastard. And then her walk became a sprint.

With a fierce scream, she leapt and tried to latch onto Morrison's face, claws trying to score along anything she could grasp -- eyes, nose, anything. "COME HERE, YOU OLD HAG!" she screeched.

Green eyes caught a glimpse of Solsken going after the captain, and she couldn't help but grin wildly. This was Tanglewood grounds. By all her Gods, she was going to make sure it stayed that way.

— Reggan