Ankyra Sound every tomb, every sea, spit the bones from your teeth

his brow raised, and cassiopeia could only hope that the impression vaati had left on the man had been positive enough for her knowledge of him not to count against her now. she dips her muzzle and moves to walk beside him at his silent prompt, deciding that she likes this man well enough as he continues to speak. his words are met quickly, not by her but by the man who steps out toward them. there is no need for introductions, but she only nods. "yes." here, she will stay. she already feels it is a place where she may belong more than she ever did at Sunspire. she likes the hope in his voice.