Blackbeak Bluff feeling so faithless, lost under the surface

For @Kierkegaard!

Starvation had robbed the siren of most her extraneous stores of fat, and the sub-zero weather urged her instincts to find shelter— but she sat at the edge of the cliffside, where the wind whipped bitterly at her fur. Meteora shuddered against it, grimly bearing it as she gazed at the dark waters of the Sea. Moonlight danced across its surface, defining the movements of the winter's sluggish waves. Briefly, she allowed her eyes to cast up toward the sky to assess the Moon's progress, blinking against the snow that had begun to spiral down from the heavens.

In a few days time, it would be full, and the Nereides clans would perform their rituals to honor their twin Mothers. Meteora felt empty to think of it, wondering if there truly was anything to honor them for; she had given everything to Them, and her devotion was answered with banishment. "You have forsaken me," she told Them bitterly, voice a ragged whisper to be carried upon the wind.

Without her sisters, without her consorts, what was there to this life?