Ankyra Sound If we die we die together

Leucothoë turned her head, first noting the approach of her sister who had been closer to her than Aella at the moment. Her plume beat the sandy earth in slow, rhythmic thumps and as Nesaea moves to fix the unreachable furs behind her ear, Leucothoë finds her neck stretching some to invite more of the grooming. The sun was warm and the waves were peaceful; it was a good day.

One eye opened as she heard some scree fall–the only commotion to come from Aella's approach–and she noted a fiery woman head toward them. Leucothoë had noted her smell on the borders but had not seen her, ever. She was glad to see her now, and hoisted herself to a seated position, the seaweed draping in a manner that looked luxurious around her shoulders. There was something very distinct about Aella that reminded her of home–Themiscrya–and she wondered if this was one of the wolves Aktaie had brought with her. But her mother had told her assuming things was unbecoming.

The woman bore the same philosophy as Leucothoë and her own sister did, and she nodded slowly and respectfully to the woman who had at last approached them. Her ears flattened in a submissive way, letting the other know Leucothoë knew her place well. She had much to learn of this place, but she felt an ambitious burn in her gut. Leucothoë did not hesitate in her own response to the beautiful woman before her, speaking in Greek as she always would first and foremost out of habit alone. Yes, of course... and the hint of pride in her voice could not be missed, for she was proud of the gift the Mother had brought to her. I am Leucothoë, and this is my sister-- she paused here, leaving room for her sister to finish with her name, unwilling to speak for her knowing that Nesaea, although shy, was eloquent and well-spoken.