Ankyra Sound we'll forget the past, or maybe i'm not able

Riptyde knows of his sister's wiles. She's gummed him up from the start - though who knows why? He's been nothing g but a saint to her - a loud, laughing, boisterous saint, but surely he can't be faulted for that.

He knows how she devours. He knows from his bites and bruises he shouldn't interfere as she rushed the meat. But she is the burnt red of a moonless sky. She is not the moon.

And he is the sea, and even now, Marina pulls his tides towards her.

Lilimar is already there, and Riptyde doesn't try to fight her. He tries to outrun her, dashing in from an angle to aim his baby teeth at what they're meant for: the sweet, warm paste given by his Moon.

Surely there is enough for them all.