Ankyra Sound He was growing in my garden

what moved sobeille was not the disjointed, almost wistful sheen of marina's eyes. it was the story.

a darkness spread across her expression, stealing all semblance of warmth with it.

she was old enough to know. who? to dredge up this memory must cause marina some pain, but sobeille's eyes shared an intensity that requested answer.

you be doin' de right t'ing. de sea always knows. and this, more than sobeille's generosity, endeared the stranger and her cubs to the sapphiqian. the tide had a pull to it, and all were affected.

those that denied the seasong in their blood were truly lost.

de girl will learn. dey all do. tell me of dis man. is 'e looking for you?

they spoke a little longer. sobeille grew restless by the minute. she would first inform her circle, then she would search -- never forgetting the harrowing account shared to her.

if she saw such a man, she swore she would cut him down where he stood.