Ankyra Sound There are times that walk from you like some passing afternoon

A long sigh was drawn besides her - Raleska tried to mimic the ease of breath, but found her chest tight. Constricted. The more she thought of everything the worse it became. Stop, she ordered herself internally -- breathe.

Closing her eyes, Raleska saw no peace -- instead, the contorted face of her mother reared from the black behind her eyes, and her eyes flew open rapidly.

What to do? What did she want?  Raleska pondered the question, cursing the fact she ever had to think at all about her mother's burial. Was this some rite of passage all children went through? It horrified her to think of the future -- what if someday, it was Rosalyn's turn?

She blanched visibly and looked away, down the stormy coastline. The place where so much of her mother's life had been spent. "She was obsessed with this place." Raleska answered unevenly, rounding her rough shoulders in a shrug. "And.. the grotto.. " But how -- and where -- could they possibly put her? Would the grotto serve as the siren's crypt then?

A sudden jealousy that was entirely untoward flared in Raleska then, as she thought of others down the line coming to her mother's home. Her mother's final resting place.