Ankyra Sound no one wearing a crown

the grotto has become a frequent haunt of scarab's, especially as he manages to finish relocating his entire menagerie to the secluded and tucked away cavern he found off one of the grotto's many chambers. sometimes he adds new finds to it and other times he pays it a visit to inspect his collection with a clinical eye wanting to be sure that no one has disturbed it; for though he doubts his siblings care enough to tail him all the way down here he doesn't entirely trust them.

when scarab finally emerges from the grotto he makes a slow blink of surprise. the afternoon: once so bright with burning sunshine has given away to the softer illumination of the moon as the sky paints itself in the velvety swirls of night. rich navy blue sky greets him alongside the soft, pale sugary moonbeams. scarab hadn't realized that he spent quite so long down in the bowels of the sound but then again time was still a bit of an abstract concept to him ...and if he had a curfew when he was expected back in the rendezvous den, well, he hadn't been paying attention to it.

instead, he peers heavenward with a soft, fond smile and stretches languidly: clearly in no hurry.