Ankyra Sound hystereo

Ankyra Sound, for the most part, was unexplored by the wastrel -- and today, of all days, she had elected to pursue familiarizing herself with every niche and corner it had to offer.

For the most part, the sound was replete with things all bays and salt-water corridors were endowed with; brine, marsh, raucous callings of birds. The occasional sideways scuttle of some disturbed and irate crab. Even the occasional flotsam expelled from the heaving spume held little anomaly or interest to the dark-helmeted poltroon. But the sound did have something no other sound did - her 'kin' -- and somewhat reluctantly, she set out to meet them.

She had already met the scarce few that habituated the sound -- and while she knew most from passing glance and could scry a name to a face, by and large the small populace was foreign to her. She was slightly allayed then when she saw Junior pace the shoreline -- in a way, Caiaphas was relieved of her investigating -- and with a stringy trot she set out towards the dark youth. She noted that the female seemed to be testing the wind -- wind of which Caiaphas was most unhappy to admit had a sharpness to it she remembered all too clearly. With a sigh to announce she was close, she stepped towards her -- an almost rueful smile besieging her muzzle.

"Fancy seeing you here." She ventured slyly, as if the cards had been flipped and it was not Junior who had led her here but someone else. She was not sure how the youth would take her advancement -- or if she would even appreciate the dry humor behind it -- and complacently, the girl stared somewhat dully at the brisk and choppy sea until Junior replied.