Ankyra Sound and the cries of your writhings shall rise

The little sprite, had she been aware, would have been pleased to be surrounded by water. Not the calm darkness of the world beneath the waves, no—rather, a gentle patter of rain, a cold and quiet misting. The waves nearby lended extra support to the sounds around her but. . . Nieve was still deaf and blind, lost in her own universe.

The only things she knew were warmth and hunger. Having recently sated the latter, she curled up against her mother's belly, her mouth opening in a giant yawp! before she fell still once more.

Erzulie's breathing was like waves, too. Up. . .down. . .up. . .down. She drifted away on the tide, enjoying the vibrations of speech she picked up faintly from the floor of the den. A simple life, surrounded by water—even if she didn't know it quite yet.

feel free to skip; just a cameo <3