Ankyra Sound dance with me

Her voice held an edge of calmness, like the gentle lap of waves below them though her eyes betrayed her worry. Nox too had thought of what a mistake could entail, their bodies cold on the cliffs never to return to their forest. A dichotomy here, chaos and control, a war of thoughts that clashed visibly in the furrow of a brow.  "We'll make sure it ain't gonna get to that point."

A promise he couldn't keep, but wished he could. 

"Y'know, I could do with some help up top. If things go to plan," eyes came to rest on her face then, the blue of her eyes a horizon of possibilities. "Boats'n perhaps, or d'ya see yerself wanting more?"