Ankyra Sound well that’s just not the same.

for a brief hopeful second, sobeille wondered if this was some relative discharged from eresta. that hope took its last breath when the stranger -- tekk -- took her in with equal regard and mentioned she'd never seen someone looking like her. the wolves of sapphique were steeped in red tradition; this one must be from the mainland.

she wondered if there was some distant relation there, eras upon eras ago. so distant the past that the oral tradition had died, and they had forgotten the face of their ancestors.

she noted this woman bore an accent too; it wasn't the clobbersome brogue of the mainland, but neither was it the pleasant cadence of the coast.

den you ain't be knowin' de wolves of sapphique den. sobeille quipped, sweeping her apprising gaze over the woman anew. would it be self-involved to say she found her striking?

where you be from, tekk?

once pleasantries were exchanged, sobeille found her interest wanting. the woman was too hale for her to try anything untoward, and they were too close to sapphique for sobeille to be confident nothing would come back to haunt her. at a crossroads then, and disappointed for the missed opportunity, sobeille made her goodbye and stalked stiffly for home.