Ankyra Sound Glow

His eyes lit with fondness upon his treasured sister as she stepped into the water, ever fearless; a Druid to her core. Morgra had always been mother's favored child. The best of them, the best of the Druids' legacy. Ptolemy followed her faithfully.

When they stepped into familiar sands, he shook out his coat and turned to her. The marks of The Druids are long faded, He commented solemnly, but his expression shifted to an encouraging smile in the next instant. Shall we?

A homecoming tour; a round about their beloved islands to refresh what had been lost to time. They would make their presence known once again.

This time, the wilds would not forget The Druids so easily.