Ankyra Sound holy water

Chacal made an affectionate jest, though Meerkat couldn’t get her cheek muscles to cooperate and gave up on smiling after a few seconds. She couldn’t think of any way to respond in kind, so she said nothing. She wished she could make light of this, though it weighed more heavily on her with each passing day.

Like a siren of the sea, the Tanzanite began to sing. There was a warmth to her voice, even as she delivered news that froze Meerkat’s heart. There were many women in Sapphique who wanted the same thing she did. And though both Chacal and Mireille seemed optimistic, the Laramite could not shake her misgivings.

Chacal’s final note rang with a blessing to match her sister’s. Meerkat managed the tiniest, most fleeting smile this time, though she quickly looked out to sea again. She wished it was that simple. But food wasn’t the only resource that worried the Sveijarn-Corten.

After a contemplative silence filled with the rhythmic pounding of the surf, Meerkat finally turned to face Chacal again and posited, With so many of us hoping to welcome litters in the spring, perhaps we’ve outgrown the cliffs?

She lapsed into silence again, restlessly shifting her weight before saying, It’s not just that. I appreciate your blessing, Mireille’s too. But I know not everyone wants Njord here, much less granting him breeding privileges. And I don’t want to be the cause of enmity in the ranks.