Ankyra Sound He was growing in my garden

how could this be, a woman whelping children under sapphique’s claim?

for a time sobeille remained unmoved, processing what her maman or tante might say. she knew her instinct was often at odds with the wisdom of her ancestors.

if they were children of the sound, then this was their birthright. yet sobeille could not tolerate strangers beneath sapphique’s grand and far-reaching wing.

relative or no, their worthiness shall be measured and they must not be found wanting.

take me to dis woman. sobeille spoke at last, in a tone which brooked no quarter.