Ankyra Sound not afraid of the storm that comes my way

all of the initial ire that caiaphas felt for this "intruder" had dissipated in the way the tide sucks from the sand. dispossessed of her previous fierceness she was surprised by the contrition in the youth's voice. he was sorry for her -- he didn't even know her -- and yet, there was a platitude in his tone she had not expected.

"it is past." she concluded firmly, a flick of her tail given as if warding away the memory. "but what of you? where to now?" while she couldn't pretend she was that interested in a complete stranger, her nosiness was aroused at least to the point where she wanted to know if this male had any plans of returning. in caiaphas' cruelly constructed world, there were no second chances.