Ankyra Sound fille du cosmos

Raleska watched Phoebe intently, ready to draw and quarter if one whit of recognition was detected flickering across the yearling’s face. As much as she expected to read guilt, all Raleska detected was a settling of confusion.

She sniffed, dismissive of both Phoebe’s apparent innocence, and of the subject at hand. Someone we don’t care much for. Raleska answered promptly, though her tail flicked as if gesturing away the subject. So, do you need anything else? Raleska was fine to barter tiny pieces of information with a stranger, but she missed (and how terribly she missed it!) the opportunity here of guiding Rusalka’s newest prospect.