Ankyra Sound No wings of wax or endless mountains

As the blue glow began to ensnare him, Ephraim started to til ever-so-slowly in the direction of the water. The steady drip that echoed through the caverns seemed to fade into obscurity as his focus fell singularly on the pool. Just as he was about to unbalance himself and topple in, a pale shade stole across the grotto, causing the blue light to dim and flash as shadows danced along the way, and barred his way with a slim leg.

The spell was broken and tiny Ephraim craned his head back to point his cherubic muzzle up at his dam's chin. She was painted blue in the somber grotto's glow, too. He was quiet and still for a moment, watching her carefully, before he turned his attention back to the shimmering pool. One tiny paw came to rest against her arm as he leaned out, now safe, to reach his other foreleg outward.