Ankyra Sound invisible ghosts

Born from the sea, he did not fear it, and Aningan wasn’t sure what to think about that. He was a child of the north turned child of the sea, yet he did not feel the same—was that perhaps because he was adopted by the coast, rather than born from it? He wondered that, yet the thought of seeing the mountains as angry as the sea currently was sent a shiver down his spine just the same, so maybe he just wasn’t as daring. But maybe he also wasn’t alone in that, he thought, as Raleska spoke.

It was his turn to listen this time, paying attention to her words and what her thoughts were. The answer was simple enough, however, as it was really their only option; they could go nowhere but up and away, away from the ocean’s reach. “Hopefully it won’t be long before we can come back home,” was his only additional statement. “Are you going to follow us or stay here, against the sea?” Whatever he decided, Aningan knew one thing for sure: he was ready to put some major distance between himself and the flood zone.