Ankyra Sound Genesis 1

Nayavanti still could almost taste the sharp iron of fear at the memory. No.. she refuse to acknowledge it as a weak point. It was fate. She turns her head towards the water to ground herself. The waves have become thinner. Only pushing out to shrink back further into itself each time.

"not too long now," She says, and replies after a moment of contemplation about the lines ingrained on the sand she says: "it might take an hour or so."

A small ladybug starts making its way towards the two of them, near Visala's front paws. The dark haired woman firmly crushes it beneath her own paw before it touches her. 

"The journey is going to be difficult, dangerous. And when that time comes," Nayavanti turns back to Visala. She considers the other for a moment. Neutral expression, regal posture, it's piercing without intention. No doubt The Listener is a natural born figure. It would gather endless amount of followers of all sizes. Allies or enemies.

"will you trust me?"