Ankyra Sound one thing on my mind

keeping vaguey

the to’lang’s bones pointed north. 

she stopped often to recast the bones, at last coming to a bay sectioned by intimidating cliffs. 

they walked through an old forest; the trees here reminding qiao of her home. there was power in this forest — she felt its lifeblood run like a current from the rich earth to her claws to the sea. 

she consulted the to’lang once more. she studied the bones, frowning — their faces oriented in conflicting signals that made the obscura’s message difficult to decipher. one signal spoke of danger — but the other signal seemed to suggest a haven. qiao looked about her, trying to sort from the thousand lifetime’s worth of sigilreading what the bones could possibly mean.