Ankyra Sound ... a ritual "godspeak" song...

She laughed! Laughed! Reverie trembled, not with fear then but anger; a deep and gnawing sensation which drove her forward in a snarling rush, teeth snapping —
Ah! Reverie cried out, and stopped short, and the grip of agony at her midsection swelled into a rushing pulse of blood down her thighs. She stumbled, then curled into herself without thought; instinctive and raw in her response to the pain. Still she tried. She tried once, then again to right herself. In the end she gave up, and flopped into the sand with a spurt of her own embittered laughter bubbling to the surface. What a fine pair they made; two who would murder one another if only they were not already dying.
This was the truth Reverie had come to accept since that night she woke screaming into a new reality. She had shed both weight and blood in the days that followed, and it was harder with each day to hide it from Lestan. How long? She asked herself all the time, it felt. How long has it been? How long do I have? Maybe the answer was here, somewhere.
She stared at the woman lying mere feet away from her. Nearly close enough to touch. For a long time she did nothing else; only stared, and waited, and wondered.