Ankyra Sound refer to me as a goddess, i’m tired of being modest.

She ignored the slowpoke carapace, who slid into the water. For another moment, she was transfixed, gazing at the dazzling vibrant waves. Edging closer, the reached out with a paw to touch the brine, and then gingerly lick at it. It had the same, salty sensation, nothing new. Maybe. Maybe it was the loa. Or a fraction of the sky had descended into the sea.