Ankyra Sound gulper shark

mentally she chided herself. it made sense that a witch would have escaped the haunted pool, wouldn’t it? if anyone would be equipped in such a situation…

and she was willing to agree that the witch probably did take the rib bone. a death souvenir, if not just done out of spite outright. yet dogfish did not say any of this aloud. aware that her interest did not make her a master in any topic spoken so far.

a shine of admiration for the missing tooth.

and knowing it was likely a shame a witch had ran off with a piece of this woman.

she was glad the question turned to something she could confidently answer. her tail swept behind her once as she stood again. unaware that she danced along a knife’s edge and her world remained brighter for it.

you travel far enough you’ll find any sound or cove or bay. just happened to stumble upon yours — or maybe it wasn’t just happenstance. she confessed in a way that said maybe something here had a part in it all. i can’t leave the coast, anyway.

maybe she could, maybe. however the desire was next to none and there would never be a reason to find out if that was true.