Ankyra Sound this that rhythm, this that lightning

winter’s bite returned to the beach after short respite. sobeille found herself trawling the swashline for new trinkets.

a band of dark seaweed marked the damp sands ahead. sobeille turned to the patch at a leisurely amble, seeing something glinting in the pale winter sun from this distance.

Though he did not often tail the youngbloods of Sapphique, Svalinn did pay extra attention whenever he caught the scents of either Sobeille or Astera outside of cliff-territory. Y’know… since their impromptu Amber Alert Sea Adventure?

It’d been months since then, but he still perked up every time he noticed one of them wandering. He came leisurely upon Sobeille now, rummaging through a pile of seaweed sludge. Anything good? he chuffed, coming to idle alongside her.

as sobeille sprung towards the clump of seaweed, a small thing glittered. she pounced upon it and held it to the sky with a quiet gasp.

an agate -- though she had no word for it. it was a pale ivory, with edges ribboned by little dark laces of black and brown.

as svalinn came besides her, sobeille instinctively withdrew the stone, as if he would steal it. he had never once given her this impression, but charitable was not a list in sobeille's character attributes.

it be a stone. sobeille answered in a cautious air. what you be snoopin' round for?

Svalinn rolled his eyes. Relax, Greedy. Nobody wants your little rock, the too-old-to-be-acting-like-this trawler snorted. As for his snooping? It’s called a job. Get one, he glowered, using this same instant to swipe a large pawful of the seaweed directly towards her face.

sobeille gasped. she was on the cusp of scolding him for his insufferable rudeness when he swiped a cluster of slimy seaweed smack-dab across her beautiful face.



the absolute FUCKIN' NERVE!

sobeille collected herself with a second indignant gasp, casting the seaweed to the ground with a clatter. her little tail curled over her hips as she looked svalinn up and down. and what dat job be, svalinn? being ANNOYING? she collected the rock with another scoff -- really, sobeille was above acting like she was five (not rly). don't you have some seagulls to bully?

as it turned out, he did — sobeille watched him with a hard stare as he sauntered past. she decided this side of the beach was ruined for the day, and stormed off once she was sure his nosy little eyes weren’t still following her.