Redhawk Caldera But only so an hour

Her home, too. Anathema did not think so. Home was far behind; home was not here nor the island. Home was a concept stolen from her in a time before memory. A time before consciousness. A time before she knew what it was to hurt.

Her tail thumped in the dirt all the same. She nodded eagerly. Fish, yes; she was familiar with this. Maybe it would not be so different from Sweetharbor. Maybe it would feel the same. Did she want that?

She didn't know.

Ana abruptly wondered if they had a Psalm here, too. She clicked thoughtfully. Turtle?