Ankyra Sound you and me, we got something to lose.

murdah'd? miette's eyes shone in interest. she splashed the water with a paw, delighting in the ripple of bright blue that each impact spurred. she did not care for the siren's word of caution - if anything, it spurred a rebellious streak.

she slipped into the cool water, wincing as luminous cold rippled down her spine and across her shoulders. for a while she closed her eyes, ignoring the disapproving hiss of the wraith.

but when it came time to get out, miette realized she was too short to surmount the ceremonial pool's lip, and its stone edge too slick for good traction.

panic began to set in.