Ankyra Sound wasteland, baby

there was a face caiaphas would never forget, and yet, she also never expected to see it again. like kevlyn, caiaphas had long ago put the memories and hopes of larus to bed. it had been years since the boy had graced her grotto, or been a part of her life.

that did not mean she had ever forgotten him — and when she came upon the stranger in the pine forest, her fur stood on end immediately. like witnessing some spectral event, caiaphas found her reality shifting — this aged, battered, bruised thing — was it truly tryphon?

the siren’s hawkbit eyes apprised the apparition suspiciously. larus? she ventured, watching him mistrustfully the way one might watch a spectacle they cannot believe they are seeing.