Ankyra Sound this that rhythm, this that lightning

as sobeille sprung towards the clump of seaweed, a small thing glittered. she pounced upon it and held it to the sky with a quiet gasp.

an agate -- though she had no word for it. it was a pale ivory, with edges ribboned by little dark laces of black and brown.

as svalinn came besides her, sobeille instinctively withdrew the stone, as if he would steal it. he had never once given her this impression, but charitable was not a list in sobeille's character attributes.

it be a stone. sobeille answered in a cautious air. what you be snoopin' round for?