Ankyra Sound ALL YOU HAVE IS YOUR FIRE [mandatory meeting]

A call was made, and so a call would be answered. The salted male broke away from his task of collecting shelled food and began to head in the direction of the call. It was not Aktaie's call, and he likely would not have recognized it, even if it was. She had been quiet, hidden away, and he had not spoken with her since first arriving in Ankyra Sound. Yet, he did not question her absence, just as Spyridon would not question anything that the women said or did. They were free to do as they pleased, and he was to obey their commands—simple as that.

Spyro arrived to find several others gathered. He knew they had names, but they were spoken in foreign tongues that he found difficult to pronounce. Taking a seat by the young pupil, Kevlyn, Spyro gave him a small nod and smile of approval before turning his attention to the lady in charge. She was seen often by him, although they had exchanged few (if any) words, and Spyro awaited whatever announcement she was to give.