Ankyra Sound dlo flè

she turned her head, as if she might see the cliffs through the grotto and the darkened skies.

she could not see it, but perhaps she could feel it.

three tongues. the matriarch bosses (or perhaps they were chieftain with such a claim) seemed well versed in many a thing. she wondered if they traded in knowledge, more than the physical.

i am not looking to be boss here, if that's what you ask. her lips turned upward for but a moment, daring and humored. not if your maman and your clan holds it sacred.

she did not ask, but she welcomed a story or elaboration.