Ankyra Sound in memory of sniffy cole

somewhere above the cliffs, another pair of eyes watched. the wind and the salt conspired, blowing the owner's scent well out of sobeille's detection.

a slight smile creased her lips. of course he could eat.

i some'times come here and store food in de grotto. sobeille's half-truths were becoming sincere, taking on their own lives. my family lives in de cliffs above.

she'd not forgotten andr.

i can go get it. something about inviting the man into the grotto made her skin crawl. sobeille could not put her finger on it. he was harmless -- reminding her of the soft bodies of cnidarians that crested the shore. only trouble if you did not know which end to address them.

sobeille turned, though she kept her ears trained behind her as she bid for the grotto's mouth.