Ankyra Sound How did you think I wouldn't guess

While the concern in Kjalarr's voice filled her with even more love for the young boy and perhaps father of her children, this was no time to be romantic. While it was not war, it was conflict that had been destined to happen ever since the pirate and the black eyed woman had met. It had been cruel destiny, Ondine kept telling herself, which also assured her that her children would live. By all she knew, she predicted that her children would live - that the madman would not take them from her. That made her less afraid, but when the command rang to get back, she stopped doing what she had planned to.

She was breathing heavily as Kjalarr pinned Maude, the pain of the wound only now getting through to her. She looked at it - big, but not deep, definitely treatable. She predicted it would leave a small scar, but that was only if she could not find the herbs she needed. Luckily she had dried them and thanked herself for doing so. Mental, I tell you... She breathed out weakly, stumbling back some more.