Ankyra Sound dinner at deviant's palace

the surf lapped o'ertop lasher's paws as he paced the shoreline, drawing near to the borders of saltwinter. it had been some time since he had laid eyes upon the priestess -- he wished to be in her presence once more, if she would have him. they had parted on a bitter note, and he had brought a gift for her, hoping to soothe the rift -- a creamy pearl plucked from the throat of a large clam.

putting it gingerly upon the sands, he called lowly across the twilit waves for @Caiaphas, standing in silent reverence of the cove as he waited for her to draw near.