Ankyra Sound and do the aqua-boogie, win lots of goodies maybe

the mysticism of the sound is felt keenly by kharybdis as he paces along the frothing shore; marveling for once not over the intricate webbing of stars unobscured above him — it is the perfect night for stargazing, after all — but at the weaving of galaxies reflected in the waters. the loamy sand, salt water and foam it froths as it laps at the shore glows like it has swallowed stardust or mica. unable to help himself, kharybdis walks in the shallows of the tide. not a reflection, he notes.

he does not realize that the glow is merely algae ...and even if he did it was doubtful he'd be any less mesmerized by it.

only then does the furie make to cast his gaze skyward; before it can make it that far, it is drawn and settles upon a moving shadow among the tree-line. a distinct shape could not be made out by the furie and thus he issues a soft chuff to garner the shadow's attention ...if said shadow proved to be more than just a figment of kharybdis' imagination.