Ankyra Sound eros, giver of pain

jorunn had always been here to shoulder sapphique, even before she wore their name.

she had tended to erzulie's search of a lost daughter, she had wore the name of their pack into a mission far from here, she planted her roots deep into the seaside. but the weight of this shifted those roots. strong but not prepared yet for the weight of such and admission.

the situation had seemed laid bare for all to know, but that did not make the expansive truth of it any easier.

a soft sound built in her throat, no words felt to capture the weight of this.

the memory of her is whispered into everything in sapphique. they both knew this. the countless children and grandchildren, the history of the land. she will never be gone but — her own voice hitched, swallowed the thickening of her spit. i know it is not same.