Blackwater Islands still clutching at moons and echoes and emptiness and shadow

With one great exhale, the twin dieties receeded, and Akantha was left feeling empty. Their presence was filling, and expanded her to a point that she did not feel whole without it. It was a queer sensation. There was no time to ruminate over it, because Kalika's sapphire gaze caught her own and she returned the smile—this time it was one entirely of Akantha's own make. There was little distance left between them now. Kalika still stood upon the ritual site she crafted, but a powerful urge struck her suddenly and she reached out to embrace the woman. "I am proud of you, my dear." She said softly and loosing her tongue to lap gently at the wispy fur of her Sister's shoulder.