Ankyra Sound i have travel'd a long way, merely to look on you, to touch you

caiaphas was relieved to see that despite the rustiness of her speech, she was somewhat comprehensible. she watched spyridon as he shrank from minthe's chastisement, though she made no move to comfort him. it had been so long -- and she had not been faithful to the creed.

she didn't feel guilty at all for this -- not anymore. like any sociopath she felt her path had been justified, and would sway again if the fates suited or tempted her. the yearling spoke and caiaphas envied the fluency of her tongue, the nimble gracefulness in which the words poured from her mouth in perfect formation. "we will have you then, though you will find all nereides have abandoned the coven save for me." caiaphas, deviant as she was, had at least told the truth here. "there are no faithful left, and those with me now are not bound by the creed."