Ankyra Sound our time is short, the horsemen ride

the girl is not far. she lies draped over her favoured sunning rock when the birds take flight, and she's jolted from her reverie by the dull roar of their wings, their cries. clem blinks up at them as they circle frantically in the sky, brow furrowed. her gaze moves too to the sea, which is empty and appears the same as it had been moments ago, save for that belly-deep feeling that something was off.

when her mother calls, she is quick in coming, and falls into step beside her with a worried, "mama?" chestnut eyes try to meet her mother's gaze, and worry takes root.