Ankyra Sound it will fill your lungs, if you'll have it

She noticed him; he likes to think that they've been trailing one another, as if some romantic notion plagues them in to meeting here upon the beach. He knows that's not the case. She is Vaati's, but that doesn't bother him in the slightest, rather, it makes him more invested — attracted more to the idea of taking something from the glacial man as if women were pawns in a game.

When she speaks, he pretends to be interested in something among the scattered stones for a moment, and then raises his head, directs his eyes to her face. The man's golden mane blusters a bit against a breath of sea wind. Firefly, he answers. Then he dips his nose to the soil again and begins kicking over some of the larger rocks; they make wet suction noises as the sand releases them, but he sees nothing that he wants. How long have you known Vaati? The man queries next, seemingly putting aside his poor hunt in favor of her company.