Ankyra Sound i keep on dancing through the quicksand

‘i’m not going anywhere’ was a dangerous promise.

in the half-gloom of the cave sobeille’s eyes seemed to flicker. whatever thoughts possessed her in that moment did not meet the light of day; her expression steeled with strangeness as she sensed — no, almost felt — the apprehension in treepie’s sideways glance. their kinship shared one thing and that was a deep loss of community. both tribes fell; both tribes birthed a singular daughter remaining to carry the torch.

sobeille wondered if treepie would ever learn to resent that burden. it made her think of the countless women in their lives — the shared thread of fate weaving in and out of their perspective.

good. sobeille grunted at length, offering no such reassurances. so many had left her at this point that the statement seemed a platitude too cheap to utter in return.

but as sobeille sunk alongside treepie with her back turned, a small smile played briefly upon her features.