Ankyra Sound I knew you were trouble when you walked in

"aah, blah-sm." his tail thumped. "yeau are alike as if made fram same sun!" 

the toddler seemed unwilling to approach - and he wouldn't deny, it was a relief.

slavuj rose. he shook out his coat, raising a dust cloud.

"ouh, ai live wherever o'shn kisses shore. follow th' moon; when it is blek, ai haev passed th' siren nest. when it is plamp, yeau'll find me at the oyster lakes."

through the gap in cords he watched her, reverie. she was dressed warm and summer-like, like clean sand, like a good sunrise. a dancer's feet, a mother's weight. burnished points and bright eyes.

the comparisons kept lining up, until the bard realised he'd been quiet.

"-ah! bat what do yeau and dis one do? difficult laif, for those with child!"