Ankyra Sound it is the middle of the night

jorunn understood it.

perhaps not through the vision of a mother but as a child who had been wayward. although her raising had lent as much, a nomadic band who roved the mountainside. nothing like the tightly woven family that claimed the coast.

but the attention was turned to the pearl and she would not shy away from it.

worried. i think of you,

she let it linger in the air, content to let the seamother take it as she may.