Ankyra Sound Glow

Couple months, Ptolemy answered glumly, eyes downcast for a moment. He brightened when Morgra made mention of meeting the child, and seeing Pel again; Of course - and there's one other you'll meet. A daywalker by the name of Minuet. She's mine. He did not bother to explain, knowing that Morgra would remember the tales from The Listener of the first daywalker she'd tried to make a Druid of. Their mother had failed — but he would not.

Ingram left, He explained next, remnants of past anger simmering in his tone. The former Keeper had been a father of sorts to them, but no longer. Ptolemy would claim no relation to a traitor to the Druids. She called us here because she knows we would never turn traitor. Come on, let's get to the islands. They're not in bad shape, but we have work to do.

Pel and I missed you. We knew you'd come home, He beckoned for her to follow, leading her out to where he knew the Bridge of Souls would soon appear. Low tide was coming, if they could be a bit patient — but he didn't mind swimming, either, and glanced to Morgra to see what she might decide.