Ankyra Sound with rejoicing mouth i sing for you and pause

in small steps the siren queen crossed the crevasse, scaling the cliff with the ease of a woman borne to them. @Kierkegaard may not have dallied, but he would likely find it difficult to match her pace -- she was fueled both by the pull of her home, and the hopes to see her comrades again.

as she continued her descent it became evident the sound was barren; not even the well-worn paths that flicked smoothly up the cliffs were marked. caiaphas felt her hammering heart plunge. what of kjalarr, and maude? ondine? they were gone. she had returned, and they were gone.