Ankyra Sound Witchsong

there was something lovely and whimsical in her face; something wild and fey. the spirits gathered close, grasping, whispering frantically. the listener admired the woman in silence for a moment, the way she drew spirits to them like flies drawn to an overripe carcass.

she spared only a glance toward the sea to answer the woman's curiosity. you have spirits around you, the prophet observed, far more concerned with her own curiosity. they whisper of your fate. your power. but what manner of power? and was this woman friend or foe to the unnamed god?