Ankyra Sound pearls and swine bereft of me

like so many children of the world, illidan was distrustful of an adult’s wisdom. caiaphas bent down to the pool and watched carefully — moments passed before any movement was made. 

and then, with a hawkish dive she scooped downwards across the water, catching brine, kelp and shrimp alike. the motion was deft, articulate — and in a matter of seconds she had gulped down a fistful of writhing creatures. you tell me, came her unhelpful reply - then, she hunkered back down at the brim of the water, studying the flitting creatures that panicked beneath the shadow of her thin muzzle. you don’t just eat one. eat - and eat again — look — that rock is living. she motioned to a clam that was barely visible between sand, wrenching it from the water with a rough tug of her teeth. crack it, and eat.