Ankyra Sound one thing on my mind

coming close, sobeille realized this woman was far older than she looked from the treeline. the closer sobeille looked, the more disfigurement she saw — while the eyes were lively, the space beneath them was withered and sunken. this woman’s face was almost as skeletal the skull fastened to the woman’s greenbrier. 

some of her boldness drained. without exception this crone was the oldest thing sobeille had ever encountered. the longer she looked, the more she became aware that in her peripherals, the crone’s face almost seemed writhing. yet staring head on, these marks went away. 

but she had so many questions! what were the bones? what was she doing with them? who was she really? sobeille sensed the drone wouldn’t tolerate much prying — so she would have to get on her good side. i’m sobeille. the girl answered, struggling to find a chipper note in her voice that suddenly, sounded very timid. who dat be? she pointed to the skull, unable to behold the woman’s shifting face any longer.