Ankyra Sound and not just the muse

An older woman.

Torn and tattered by time. He wondered if she had gained them in favor or with disdain. It did not matter as she ruggedly pointed a question his way.

Passing through on my way home. She smelled of the sea, the churning scents he had come to associate with those who lived along the coast. Similar but different to Marina, close to what Meerkat wore.

Are you from Sapphique? I'm from Redtail Rise.