Ankyra Sound best served cold

firefly's trepidation about entering the heavily shaded bosk was noted by the siren queen, though she said little and simply observed as he reluctantly stepped under the tall arch of ancient sequoias. svalinn easily fell in step behind, and caiaphas tailed them both with an almost distant expression to her sharp face.

she was thinking of something besides rabbits for a meal, but svalinn's suggestion was met with a nod -- she would not shoot down the thoughts or suggestions of her blessed angelic golden child; far as the siren was concerned, she would fashion and temper him into a powerful individual, and belittling his suggestion of a lesser fare was not the way in which to sculpt him into a demi-phas.

"rabbit sounds fine -- good nose."