Ankyra Sound i keep on dancing through the quicksand

don’t be sorry, sobeille countered, a quickly fading grin gracing her features. pie’s heartfelt sympathy touched the sapphiqian, but not enough to bridge the gap between her mind and grief. besides, was sobeille even sapphiqian anymore? were her children?

following treepie’s gaze out into the gloom, sobeille moved noiselessly as her companion guided them back to the grotto.

ducking under the grotto’s mount, sobeille was seized with apprehension. she couldn’t name why - and for a time, dragged her feet as they headed towards what was supposed to be sapphique’s future.

dunno, came sobeille’s eloquent reply at last. counting that each babe was present, sobeille scanned the open cave and then pinned treepie with her yellow gaze.

i always ‘ad visions of claiming dis place. me an’ my cousin. failing to mention said cousin was dead, sobeille let the weight of her statement hang in the air. i suppose we just take one day at a time. packs an’ people come and go. doesn’t mean we ‘ave to.