Ankyra Sound dinner at deviant's palace

as the sea thrashed besides them and stung the air with its salt, caiaphas was reminded of their first encounter so many months ago. her gaze fell to the pearl, round and dazzling -- a pale, bone color with a faint radiant pink sheen. a token. she turned her gaze up to lasher, her cheek lifted as his muzzle traced along her forelimb. "a present wasn't needed." she returned somewhat stiffly, having never been one to willingly admit her wrongdoing. all the same, for lasher, she tried -- "sorry for what i said." her gaze fell to the sand in child-like shame.