Ankyra Sound He greets me with kisses when good days deceive him.

He kept seeing it. Smelling it. A faceless shape cast in gold, but it wasn't running at him. It was... It was falling, he thought. No, that couldn't have been right. Firefly started to consider that he wasn't sure of anything — that he was linking things that didn't belong. Maybe it was just a shaft of bright light in some forest. Maybe he was seeing that creature in bits and pieces everywhere because they'd found one in the grotto — If you're looking for a good time, inturrupted a voice, and for a moment the white-noise that had risen as a din in his ears abated; —try the other side of the beach.

He turned with a grimace on his ruined face, dark circles accenting his state of mind and giving him an added wildness - an insensitivity. She isn't familiar, and Firefly is too distracted to realize that this is the woman Erzulie loves, and the Rusalkans covet. The one they fought a war over. He sneers at her flippant comments and then sheathes his teeth behind his scarred lips. She's startled him. Broken his line of thinking - probably for the better.

Ain't sleeping either way. Care to join me? His voice is rough and not exactly inviting, but he's looking out to sea again and has let his surprise fade. He's watching the waves crash and wondering when the stench of cat will fade from the grotto so he could focus on his duties again.