Ankyra Sound jòn

for @Grackle <3

A brief wander away from the seacliffs, a breather; well into the heart of the monolith. Sequoias dance at her sides and hold her close, and in her nose lies the scent of hare that drove her here.
Coraline pauses only briefly to scan the lowground, nape hiked up in a fine prickle. Perhaps, if she were lucky, she could bring her catch to Mireille — her children drank from her no more, but in the mind of the pearl was still the instinct to provide, to nourish. Or perhaps it was her own way of making peace with her absence, of searching for forgiveness she felt she did not deserve — or of proving herself, somehow.