Ankyra Sound Genesis 1

An hour or so. Yes, she supposed she could wait that long at the very least.

But unexpectedly, a question was posed. Her expression softened, her head clumsily tucking itself under that or the larger woman's - a display of affection as best she could manage. Of course.

Her words were firm, clear. Reassuring. Who would I trust if not you? It was the simple truth. Nayavanti had her absolute trust; she had from the moment Visala took her as her Keeper. In her fickle mind herself and Nayavanti were bonded. Bound by fate, blessed or cursed to forever be at each other's sides until death do them apart. Not even a husband would be able to pull her away.

Never before had she so desperately wished to know what another looked like.

In her mind Nayavanti was only a dark shape, for it was all she could see of her. She thought them to be connected in some way; string pulled by an insect perhaps. Something sent by the god, a gift to Nayavanti so that only her keen eye may see the red line that kept them bound.