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

if her experience with wylla had not already set her on edge, the insinuation that kierkegaard was possibly a spy certainly did -- she felt suspicion coil around her like some fat and gilded python, suffocating her sensibilities with dark tendrils of insecurity.

he was rightly affronted by the accusation, and she studied him blatantly, trying to detect any semblance of a lie in his gruff voice. his explanation was not enough to soothe the resentment that nestled within her, making her heart its home. her ears clasped to her skull and she hissed: "who even is that? what were you even doing, meeting her?" without caiaphas' knowledge? the siren queen suddenly was cognizant that perhaps wylla was not so far from her mark after all -- what business did kierkegaard have, sharing council with the wolves on the cliff?