Ankyra Sound On the horizon, out on the edge of the world

caiaphas had expected wylla's anger to convert into something physical -- she half-wanted the woman to rip into her, to tear her down for her impudence so she could counter it -- and as wylla hissed back in rejoinder, caiaphas once more felt herself coil for the strike. she expected wylla to come down upon her like some titanic fury, and instead the only thing wylla flung upon her were a series of ominous words.

before caiaphas could so much as retaliate wylla had turned heel and left. caiaphas' ears unpinned, her tension slowly unraveling -- and in bewilderment she looked upon kierkegaard, her features lit with surprise and suspicion. "what the fuck is she talking about, spy?"