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"Oh," uttered Whip. "Alright." Kalika may have told him one thing, but her tone sang the song of a different story. Even one who struggled to read the emotions of others could clearly hear it in the icy timbre of the siren's voice. But Whip, with all of the mental conditioning the Nereides had put him though over the past few months, knew not to press the issue any further, lest he aggrivate Kalika further with his prodding.

Unable to put two and two together, Whip remained ignorant of Kalika's jealousy. When she mentioned Galateia, Whip replied with honesty. "I met her yesterday," he told her. "Is it true that she was born of Mother Sea... uh, directly? Has that ever happened before?" The boy was curious. He had never heard of the Mothers spitting out adults on the shore, but then again, he had not been privvied to most of the lore and legends of the Nereides. He did, however, wish to learn.