Ankyra Sound 별빛달빛

“You don’t have to submit to me,” the silmë berserker quietly intoned, freeing the girl whose metaphorical wrists crossed entreatingly before him without question or coercion. Gathering courage, Coelacanth tipped back her finely-sculpted head to regard him more intimately, tufted ears pressed forward upon her velveteen crown as her seablue eyes somewhat worshipfully searched his savage expression. He was the storm personified — Haloisi, she named him — and the offering of his truename incited a flurry of movement on the sand as her feathered tail whisked genially, stirring the moon-silvered granules. “I am Coelacanth,” she thought, a flicker of sorrow dampening the bright luminescence of her gaze before she rallied and bobbed her streamlined muzzle in greeting. His question to the inky ingénue required only the simplest of replies: yes, bespoke her vehement nod, punctuated by a toneless bark. She sat up, dwarfed by his great height, and again nodded. If there was any creature that could dig furrows in the sands of time or crack the scrying stones of one’s future, it was Kjalarr — or perhaps Doe’s leviathan.