June 15, 2016, 07:47 AM
The Sound had changed; Minthe did not know it as it was, when the first of the Nereides had laid claim to it, but she recognized nothing of her homeland or culture within it. She was young, freshly anointed as Adept in her faith, and she was hungry-- if it were a test of her strength to overcome this and turn the ranks of Ankyra back to their origin, it was a cruel one that she had no hope of passing. It was a breaking wave that would dash her against the craggy shore, without emotion or mourning of her passing.
Hunger had its deep hooks in her body, and the yearling was weak. She would not be long for this world if she remained thus, and Minthe had seen what the wolves here had done to one that had dared die within their borders. And so she would take it into her own teeth.
She stood at the edge of the Sound's eastern cliff, breathing and tasting the salt of the wind. She felt calm; the kind of calm that only comes when one is at peace with their convictions and decisions. Minthe inhaled a final gulp of air, then stepped out into the abyss, to cast her fear beneath the waves and let the Sea take her where it Will.
Hunger had its deep hooks in her body, and the yearling was weak. She would not be long for this world if she remained thus, and Minthe had seen what the wolves here had done to one that had dared die within their borders. And so she would take it into her own teeth.
She stood at the edge of the Sound's eastern cliff, breathing and tasting the salt of the wind. She felt calm; the kind of calm that only comes when one is at peace with their convictions and decisions. Minthe inhaled a final gulp of air, then stepped out into the abyss, to cast her fear beneath the waves and let the Sea take her where it Will.