Ankyra Sound heaven and hell were words to me

Caiaphas remained nonplussed, despite Aella's switch in gears. Her demeanor remained deadpan and neutral -- and despite whatever incorrigible feeling of contempt she was experiencing, her expression did not betray it. The smile she had issued previously had only been in response to Aella's deliberate choice of posture -- and it did not, contrary to what Aella may have thought, expose Caiaphas' true thoughts.

She stepped nimbly aside as Aella bullrushed past her -- still retaining her expertly instilled neutrality. She swished only her tail -- a gesture that explicitly stated Aella may do as she pleased.

The shrimp were long forgotten at this point. Caiaphas had not ate her fill, but she was used to hunger -- it formed her figure and consumed her on most days. "Timsel." She uttered quietly, an acquiescence in a long forgotten tone. She had disarmingly stepped back at this point, and sat in the sand a derelict and heathen. Her mangy fur sopping and her posture an irreverent slouch. It was not her place to defy Aella -- not yet -- and coolly she kept her composure.

CAIAPHAS
"how does a man decide in what order to abandon his life?"