Ankyra Sound No wings of wax or endless mountains

The sensation of cold water on his feet would become commonplace in time, but not today. Today, Ephraim waged war on water, shooting it a baleful stare as the ripples from his touch settled back to glassy stillness. Caiaphas' bracing nudge comforted him and his voice died in his throat, but then he turned toward her narrow chest and sought to clamber over her legs and shoulders, back in the direction of their sleeping quarters. As he went, he shook his wet forepaw.

He would have to reflect on the blue glow in the cavern and the cold slippery substance it came from, but he meant to do so in a dream alongside his mother and siblings.