Ankyra Sound Judah sees a ghost

He remains quiet, pious.

Blossom watches him. Seconds tick into minutes, and she watches him the entire time. From the scars of his missing paw (that she was desperately trying not to stare at), to his sculpted face. Her ghost, saltwater Adonis, she watches him for a time.

I’m Blossom. She says moments later, voice murmuring to try and keep the stillness of evening despite the crash of waves.

I don’t think I told you.