Ankyra Sound drink the pouring of my fury

that’s so kind, murmured dalia as the sea-maiden entered her den, speaking in an accent that both entranced and calmed the new mother. she shifted, revealing the babies to the healer but not  so much so that they were too exposed. dalia could quickly curl and protect them in needed.

to the woman’s question, dalia’s ears splayed and her expression faltered, but she answered anyway. it was... hard. i lost a pup, i think it was from my own stress and malnutrition. but the other two were born just fine — small but healthy, she explained, gaze falling to the children, and they’ve already grown so much since we arrived. it was good news, and relieving as well. as dalia looked back up at the healer, she realized she hadn’t given a proper introduction.

my name is dalia, i too am a healer... a specialty in plants and childbirth, she said. ironic.