Ankyra Sound I cut my hand upon my blade

I'll prioritize this while I wrap others <3

Rosalyn had not left home in months, not since her excursion after her daughter's disappearance. She feared it now, the way her mind had so easily lost the path, though she thankfully had felt little need as well. The cliffs were more than enough.

Walks on the coast seemed safe, however, and a call this time drew her out.

Who was screaming for a dead witch?

This was more than enough to draw her forth. She recognized neither the voice nor the woman, though she sensed somehow she should. Just a slight itch of familiarity. Caiaphas is dead. She said, with no other lead in, and in a voice that clearly displayed no regret. She had not been the one to do it - and in fact, she did not even remember how she knew this. It was simply a fact she was comfortable with, one well preferred to the alternative.

Having approached with an easy, casual gait, she appraised Wylla curiously. What did she want with the dead? Nothing good, if she was calling for that one.