Ankyra Sound put the alchemist to flight

The silver waif had not considered her recent ascension to be so transient -- yet in retrospect, it bore clearly on her countenance and on the leaves and trees and all aspects of the earth between them. She canted her head in appreciation, her black-lined eyelids folded softly in acknowledgment. Yet the second part of his statement caused her to rise inwardly, a small frown threatening to outbreak against her features.

She considered Lasher an affable man, an admirable one -- but the Nereides' writ was not to be overturned. She remained stoic in this regard, though for a fleeting second it seemed she considered entertaining him wholly. "And what is this curiosity that brings you here?" She drove the conversation back to him, hoping briefly to assay any probing questions regarding her clan.