Ankyra Sound If we die we die together

Empathetic, Leucothoë could practically feel the buzz from Aella. Or, perhaps it was the excitement in her voice... either way, Leucothoë could tell that this cinnamon stranger was pleased. Well, who would not be pleased with us? Leucothoë was arrogant to a fault. Thinking she and her sister were as excellent as they were meant that naturally, others would hold them in high esteem. It was something the two worked for. Perfection was not beyond their reach.

The others question caused her head to tilt. Themiscrya, she responds, and, at her question, My mother, and another our age. A sister. Leucothoë did not want to assume the other, too, was from Themiscrya, but she knew for certain given her understanding of the tongue that she was certainly one of them. ...Who are you? she asks, curious now. She looks to her sister, and back to Aella again.