Ankyra Sound No wings of wax or endless mountains

caiaphas craned her neck downwards as ephraim leaned into the pool - it took great restraint to not pluck him then from the simmering aquamarine edge, to place him safely somewhere dry and distinctly not life-threatening. yet she could see the curiosity, bright as the incandescent blue around them, swim in ephraim's gaze.

she tensed as he dangled a paw in the water, relieved when he abruptly pulled it back with a cry -- no doubt the sensation of ocean water was new for him. she recalled how she had not cared for water much either --one of life's odd and inconsistent ironies, considering the homestead she had insistently selected for herself.

she tilted her slim muzzle sideways and offered him a reaffirming nudge, done more to silence any future cries than encourage him.