Ankyra Sound pearls and swine bereft of me

caiaphas picked down the bare shore, a glance thrown over a bony shoulder once or twice to ascertain the darkly masked presence of her son shadowed her. there was much learning to be done - both between them, and between the sound -- and while caiaphas was intimately familiar with the rocky shoal and its every nuance, its familiarity was likely all but alien to her children.

the wretch halted at the bank of a flat and barely rippling tide-pool, her gaze sweeping to illidan in appraisal. she had long since known of the hidden bounties these isolated gems offered, but it had been knowledge installed within her rather than innate. peering into the reflective depths, caiaphas turned to illidan, noticing the purposeful way he moved despite the fact he was now in a world entirely foreign to him. "lunch is here - if you can find it."