Ankyra Sound Glow

The spirits were singing to him from the sea. Ptolemy rose in the dead of night, stepping carefully from his den and cutting a swift path across the islands. He crossed without waiting for the Bridge of Souls to resurface. When he emerged on the shore he was drenched, panting.

He staggered into the forest without pausing, and his stride smoothed after a few minutes. There was a familiar scent on the wind. Only a few minutes of searching had passed before he laid eyes on her. He broke into a grin. @Morgra! Ptolemy called out, shattering the relative silence of the night. The crashing waves were a familiar and forgotten lull in the background. He stepped forward to embrace his sister. It's about time.