Ankyra Sound The retelling of an old story

The note on the wind perked his ears, a whisper of hūra-azantys on the air was an inviting enough reason to search for the caller. Now that he was aware she was nearby, it made sorting the various scents in the area easier. With little effort he found her, and with the last shreds of light from the glowing sun he made out her figure. 

"My Natshana-Sin," The words tumbled from Cecil's mouth, before her could retract his possession of her. He wasn't sure where it came from, or what sprouted the intention. But t was out in the open now, and so he would have to deal with them. He smiled at her, softly and genuinely, "pleasure to see you again."