Ankyra Sound one thing on my mind

sobeille was a bold child, but even she flinched as the woman’s face lost its thin veneer of politeness, replaced by a shriveling depravity that she had never seen.

the crone was quick to recollect her composure, but now sobeille was certain she knew what she saw.

and she knew what she must do.

follow me, den. her tone was sulky as she turned, threading qiao through the tall spire of trees.

they came to the shadowed tree line and she squinted from the glare of the beach. the witch was silent, but sobeille could sense a withering anger writhing around her; it was black and twisting, like a beheaded snake. only, she had the good sense to believe it was best to not become ensnared.

it’s in dat cave. she expected qiao to scuttle off, but the crone insisted she go first.

sobeille ducked her head as she stepped into the cold air of grotto, feeling the jaws of fate close its fangs around her.