Ankyra Sound pond rings

yay a sobeille! <33

the words of the ancient mariner rhyme were lost on her, and she sighed as she touched ground on outcropping. for a daughter of the sea, her spirit often hawked and spat like rum over a curling fire, and her mother often dropped her into the waters to cool her tantrums.
something sent the quills of clumped hair along her back on their feet, and she shuddered s she quickly looked behind her. how weird!
she quickly brushed it off, moreso out of carelessness and self-assuredness if anything, one her prized traits, for sure. she quickly searches for the easiest way to descend and hopscotches to her next perch.