Ankyra Sound her nose has never been skating

sobeille still had not come home.

val let @Mireille and @Chacal know his intentions to scout the sound that morning. the weather was raw, and cold — the sound all together unwelcoming as he descended into its hearth.

he knew sobeille favored this place, but as he called out into the wind he felt foolish and alone.

the grotto’s mouth loomed. val set his gaze upon it unhappily, feeling dread wrap itself around his belly.