Ankyra Sound The Insomniac

it was easy for caiaphas to look past gender, having neither the upbringing nor the stiff culture the nereides often bore. it was a shameful lapse of consistency, but a flaw none-the-less -- the siren queen was well-known for her deviance from the themiscyra sect. as reek stood beside her, overwhelmed by the notion of community, caiaphas looked onto the sea -- she much preferred the stoic fierceness the ocean harbored than the soft and effluent touch of sensible emotion.

she listened as the gaunt male prattled besides her, an angular ear pressed in his direction. she was not one to be garrulous, nor one to expose vulnerability by confessing her feelings -- "good." the siren queen uttered in monosyllabic finality, her shortness expressing she did not expect the male to launch into some verbal conquest about his emotions. "rest then, and tomorrow we march."