Ankyra Sound [m] Our Lady of the Underground

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She departed for the Sound as the moon shone, reflecting off the waves, mirrored by the curving, sandy beach. There, upon the sand, had been cast the remnants of her fish net. Driftwood stick still tangled together with seaweed, left high upon the shore beyond the tideline from the last tidal surge. It'd been carried out for some time, far from the shore where it had once been set up. Here, it looked dejected, useless; a scattering of broken branches and limbs, too far from Dragoncrest to be dragged back, and all linked together still by seaweed...

Suzu's eyes welled with tears. She tugged at the seaweed with one paw, and sighed, tilting her head back to utter a longing, keening call. Overflowing with emotion and confused by the surge of hormones, she longed for something to click into place, and help her make sense of it all.