Ankyra Sound in memory of sniffy cole

sobeille would learn in time nothing was more beautiful than a winter moon.

she couldn't sleep. the snores of her family flushed her from the den and out to the cliffs.

she almost imagined a wail on the wind punctuated by the faintly imperceptible plip-plop of water.

sobeille found herself along the rocky shores of ankyra. the tide had pulled away, revealing fractured teeth of limestone.

her eyes trained on a figure in the distance.