Gyrfalcon's Keep 5,000,000,000 years

Not only did the woman carry herself with great poise, but she projected her voice with that same grace. Kalika's grin only grew as their greetings were properly exchanged, though she remained standing rather than taking the chance to sit as she might have preferred. Though a heavily pregnant wolfess didn't seem like much of a threat, one couldn't be too sure.

Kalika nodded toward the sylph's bloated waist with a slight whine, though of interest rather than displeasure. It's a miracle, isn't it? Though still too young to carry her own children, the Siren often thought about what it might be like to one day be a mother. Perhaps in the next spring's breeding ritual, Akantha would choose her to bring her own daughters into the world.

I am Kalika, ambassador of Nereides. You are?