Ankyra Sound imma toss my hat in, floss when the track spin

val sensed by the man’s snort that he possibly did not believe him. what? why? it was not as if this were an outlandish place to be born — but soon the pieces trickled into place.

svalinn was visually older than him. much like the stranger, he struggled to place this man. his tan and gilded coat reminded him in some ways of erzulie; but to val’s knowledge, he’s known nearly all her kin.

his brow knitted in confusion. as far as lore went, this place had only ever been claimed by connections of his kin. rusalka still lives. we are called sapphique now. val’s gaze trailed along svalinn’s frame. are you erzulie’s?