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

is bad at math, doesn't fix :smugly:

new emotions came to light on svalinn's features. val was no divinist, and he did not try to parse them. he had his own emotions to wade through with these new factors come to light.

svalinn. valravn. sval. val.

it had been a blow enough to realize that his dead sister was his mother -- but now, to realize her ties to the sound, to the seawitch in erzulie's stories, to this strident and gilded man standing before him...

val looked up to realize svalinn had asked him a question, his eyes searching. erzulie? he shook from the reverie. "she's still here." again came that troubled thought, wriggling to the forefront of his subconscious. "i think i'm named after you."