Ankyra Sound Orphaned Prince

the youth had a sudden change of heart. somehow, caiaphas doubted it was from her encouraging (read: terrifying) smile. she pulled up from the sand and shook herself, a small cloud of dust and sand smattering into the air like a smoke-cloud.

"but of course." she answered with a dip of her muzzle, casting one last sidelong glance up the cliffs before turning. if the thought of drageda looming above the sound worried her any, she certainly did not show it. "come -- i will show you the grotto."

she struck off in a slinky walk, turning to look back at him. "oh! my name is caiaphas."