Ankyra Sound Glow

She had seen The Listener exactly one time since she left. And it was in a dream a few weeks ago. Ptolemy and Isangrim were there too, standing next to her. They had been summoned there by The Listener. She was stepping down, putting everything on their shoulders. There was more to the dream but the more she tried to remember the less she could. But she remembered enough that it made Morgra uneasy. She had to go home and check on things. Part of her was worried about what she would find but another part was excited to home. And maybe that was the real reason for all of it—she just wanted to go home.

She had been traveling for weeks and it showed. Her coat was dirty and her frame slighter than normal. She hadn't had much sleep or eat because she wanted to be home. 

The air smelled the same as she drew close to the islands. It wasn't long before she picked up an even more familiar scent—Ptolemy. He embraced her once they were close enough, and she eagerly accepted it. She wanted to ask so many things but she wanted to greet her brother properly first. Yes it is.  Her expression darkened with concern. Isangrim? The Listener? She needed to know.