Ankyra Sound Deliver us

if you had of asked sleepy-eyed ingram this morning what his day would transpire into, he would have never predicted this. a girl. repeat, a girl (woman? was she a woman yet?) was following him back into his den. he still felt tingly and a little peaked.

he was silent but no amount of quietude could hide the soaring grin that he struggled to conceal; a grin that he carried all the way to his brother in the grotto.