Ankyra Sound BWP: Borrow Trouble

val had never seen such a thing. a ring of emerald grass on a naked beach; if he was fully superstitious, surely he'd consider it an omen.

in any event, grass was better than a bear. val's tail hung undecided as chacal rose a svelte and darkling paw over the band of green. she turned back to look at him, molten gaze jolting something in val.

de loa! it will curse you! val barked with a wild grin, his accent unusually exaggerated as he aimed to startle his sister. while val had grown in rusalka, and later sapphique, his time away had ensured his accent never evolved into a brogue. in some ways he was aware of how this set him apart from the clade of his sisters, and regretted it. he took a more somber tone, taking a few steps closer. i wonder what maman would think of it.