Ankyra Sound from the depths you hear our call

Atlas hurried along behind Junior to the best of his ability. He was strong and quick, or liked to think himself as such, yet the dark girl seemed to be even quicker; she was eager to heed the call, nipping and prodding at the others in passing, and Atlas could only watch as she disappeared from sight. He did not feel an overwhelming glee from the summons - that isn't to say he dreaded it really, but he would miss the constant exploration. Seeing new sights had energized him. Atlas still couldn't get the image of the Emberwood out of his mind.

But as he followed after the others, a new sight rose up to greet him. He spotted Greyjoy in the distance, and then Psamathe and the priestess. They were positioned upon the edge of a cliff, and did not seem interested as he approached (something he was used to, but even Greyjoy was distracted, and that was odd). As the women exchanged words, Atlas glanced from the hoplite and down from the cliff's edge - spotting the sea, and finally the glowing tendrils of light. The image would be burned in to his memory forever: the sea, imbibed by the moon's grace.

Silently, Atlas gave thanks to Mother Moon. He felt his heart swell with many feelings, too many to name, and could not take his eyes off of the iridescent waves.