Ankyra Sound No wings of wax or endless mountains

There were a few turns between Ephraim and the pool that he awkwardly navigated by half-blindly stumbling into the walls. His progress was slow, tedious, and painful to watch; at one point he scraped his tender nose against a rough rocky surface and whined sharply in protest, yanking back his head so that his ears flapped against his scalp. The sound was enough that they immediately perked to hear it and Ephraim froze, but only for a moment.

He was off again quickly, now that the blue glow was plainly in sight. He stumbled about fifteen times on his way, giving Caiaphas plenty of time to intervene, but assuming she did not, he would pause at the edge of the pool. He was halted not by an understanding that this was dangerous, but by the sheer wonder of it all; his blue eyes were wide as plates and wholly focused on the fuzzy blue lights winking in the water.