Ankyra Sound the world from way down here

under the canopy of rock and dirt the two convened, but two shadows cast in that dark and unbreached sect. her ears flew forward in attentiveness as the male spoke, his coarse voice sounding down the tunnels that much preferred silence.

she knew immediate of whom he spoke -- she had but only one visitor that committed himself to her desolate shore -- who petitioned himself against caiaphas' barricades and in truth somedays the only light in a stream of cheerless mornings. "he is a friend." she assured the stalwart comrade, though made no comment on his name. for truthfully, she did not know it.