Ankyra Sound He was growing in my garden

sobeille’s gaze swept over urchin child, contemplative. sapphique did not tolerate invasion of ankyra’s hallowed grounds. if this girl’s family intended refuge, a tithe must be paid.

only the mention of the creek further stayed sobeille’s ruinous impulse to run her out.  she sniffed the air between them, finding no scent of riverwater. leonore may well be a liar, for all sobeille knew — and yet, a memory niggled at the back of her mind.

a memory of suzu abandoning her birthright, casting aside the sea on the premise of protecting her young.

even all these months later, such decision left sobeille cold.

an’ who your maman be? queried the emerald, posture that of a guardsman uncompromising.