Ankyra Sound as grief can tear apart the soul (discovery)

CST is.. +6 from PST, right?

They had travelled up the coast in splintered groups, and Aktaie took the lead without issue. Behind her was his charge, and for a time Atlas pursued them doggedly until their paths diverged. It was instinct which told him to turn and follow after her; instinct and training, a childish devotion... But as he turned his head and took the first few steps, Atlas realized that the Adept was too quick for him. He was suddenly faced with a wall of trees - and after an uneasy few hops and turns, he decided to follow after Aktaie instead. Greyjoy hadn't been far behind with the drudge boy, so it wasn't like Akantha was alone. He just.. Wished to be the one to follow her.

So he shifted and began to march after the priestess. The trees got closer, closer, closer, and while they got bigger, they never seemed to stop growing before his eyes. When he was finally beside one of them it was immense - the biggest tree he had ever seen! So grand that Atlas simply stopped and stared for a few minutes, and then began to side-step around the trunk. His eyes were wide and bright, roaming across the tree's bark as if to find an indication for an ending, and yet it seemed as if it would go on forever.

Then, finally, he saw a gap - and through that gap, a figure. Aktaie. Sniffing heartily at the tree, her face nosed in close. Atlas blinked in surprise, and with a softly mutterd, Oh, he dropped his eyes and prostrated to her with a bow and a weave around one of the sequoias.