Ankyra Sound The Warmth of the Sand

The woman’s honesty and modesty was appreciated, and Chacal herself sat down to listen actively. The young woman was a runaway, seeking a place that lived in her dreams. Of course, many places like what she described existed. The coastline stretched on for miles and miles- many parts of it would fit her description. And yet, she’d felt pulled to their cliffs.

”You might find it interesting to know,
Dat in dis feeling, you be not alone.
Dere be many tales from distant histories,
Of women who be drawn to de sea. 
Dese women live and die by de shore,
Worshipping de sea at de centre of deir lore.
It was quite a different lifestyle, or so I am told,
An’ deir habits an beliefs from those days of old…
Some are not so much appealing, anymore,
So we live a different way, along our shore.” She explained. Her tale was greatly abbreviated- the history of the Nereides was not just for anyone, and certainly not for the faint of heart. 

She shifted. 
”If you do continue to search for dis place,
I have some advice to offer dat may ‘elp you keep grace.” She said.