Ankyra Sound I knew you were trouble when you walked in

the slight tilt of his head displaced a cord - his brown eye was squinted and bright with a smile.

"aeny time, miss rev-ree." he grinned broadly. "ief there is aenything more yeau need, saey it - before th' wind taeks mi aeway."

mother ocean, ever listening, sent him a gentle gust from her waves - it brushed the waning winter fur of the young woman, tousled the ears of the child.