Ankyra Sound down below, the tides embrace us there

I'm shamelessly stealing her prayer from Oya by Ibeyi

"Even if my teeth can catch the wind, catch the clouds, if I don't see you, take me, Mother," her lilting song continued, the prayer carried with wordless vocalizations between. When the finally died within her throat, the woman stood, feeling the wind against her body— losing herself in the sound of the Sea's tender caress against the shore. Tasting the salt of the air.

Ankyra was blessed. There could be no doubt of that.

She turned, perhaps preparing to retreat to the corners of the territory, but she was instead greeted by the silhouette of the Sound's queen. Minthe's posture relaxed, showing suitable respect and deference, waiting for whatever words or command the hybrid would speak. None were forthcoming, and after a moment, the waif turned and disappeared into the night.

Minthe's brow furrowed as she attempted to divine meaning from this, but the Sea would provide her with no answers. When it eventually become clear that Caiaphas' conviction had wavered, the elder would urge her daughters and their sister sirens to return with her to Themiscrya— whether they would or would not, it was their own choice. But the elder Nereides would doubt her earlier thought that Ankyra was their home; it was blessed, but perhaps the Sea had meant it only as a temporary lesson and gift.