Ankyra Sound straight down out of the world with my fingers

in situations such as this, loko showed his inexperience. he read his maman carefully, taking note of how she moved in front of him.

he thought of the seawitch. had she been so heavily scarred? truly, this stranger's pelt was a criss-cross mosaic of interrupted fur, eruptions of raw angry skin and old injuries laid like pitfalls across a face that may as well been a sieged city.

loko said nothing. he wasn't even particularly fond of this place, but he felt protectiveness over it anyway. the stranger didn't know this, but her arrival was just another way his life was constantly being infiltrated, the balance he was accustomed to upended. change -- it came in revolutions and waves. now came another wave, and another -- calling into question every facet of his life.