Ankyra Sound i keep on dancing through the quicksand

on land? sobeille’s hawkish gaze peered into the mist, subconsciously following the cues of her friend. no.

but in the sea was another story. she started, about to treepie about the time val claimed he found a leg as long as wolf’s washed onto the shore, but as treepie’s shoulders rounded, sobeille realized treepie didn’t know who val even was, and it’d be too much energy to expend getting into the gist of it.

which brought another sobering thought to mind — though they were friends, they were relatively strangers — entire swaths of each others lives left unexplored by the other party; so much of her life treepie didn’t know, and vice versa.

listening for a beat, sobeille entertained a different notion. mebbe you ‘eard de loa. in weather like dis, dey sometimes come down and wander de old forest.