Ankyra Sound fille du cosmos

Why was she there? It was a loaded question. She didn't know where to begin with that and given that certain note of impatience, doubted that her company was there for story time. Phoebe's brow furrowed all the same—was this how things were supposed to go? Who are you, why are you here, what do you want, and the like. Endless questions, though not unreasonable. Her mother had said similar before, and recently, though not at all directed at her children.

"I was curious, I didn't expect to run into anything out here. Or anyone. It's been nothing but sand and water." She kept her answer short and simple, but couldn't help the burn of curiosity that arose of what lied ahead. "What is this place?" And why were they there, of all places? Why here, she wanted to ask, but wasn't sure she'd actually get that sort of answer. Why was anything where it was?