Ankyra Sound The annual parade of the mysterious hooded figures

The chaos was too much for Reyes. He liked some degree of instability and even flourished in it, being the culprit of many pranks and poorly thought out misdemeanors against his siblings - but the yelling adults and confusing atmosphere of the fields proved to be too much. Even hours after the event Reyes was unsettled, more agitated than what would be typical of him, and drawn in to a sullen silence.

He had never been a tour guide before and it honestly felt wrong, especially compared to his usually defensive behavior; but it felt good to be home, breathing the heavily salted air and listening to the shifting of the distant waves. The blackpine earned some gasps and stares from Dragomir; then they eventually moseyed towards the beach, but stopped short when he noticed that Dragomir was pausing a lot more frequently than he would've liked and so he had to wait for him - and his pale sister - to catch up.

Common, he drawled against the gusting wind, feeling the sea air ruffling at his auburn coat.