Ankyra Sound days turn, faster than a minute

the harlot had wondered if clementine’s choice to call her something other than ‘mother’ would hurt, but she found none such in it as her little one called to her.
mintglow eyes shining with affection, she drew close to see what clementine had discovered. radiantly hued and reopening beneath the water; she peered at it and then looked to the child.
”what do you t’ink it is?” came her soft inquiry.