Ankyra Sound down below, the tides embrace us there

blah, such fail on my part. idk what to do with min, but let's roll with the punches. @caiaphas maybe, or any of her daughters?

Minthe had been true to her word, though she was a mere wraith in the Sound— she came to her daughters and ward, shared words and guidance beneath moonlit night— but she avoided those that were other. To watch the culture of Ankyra without needless posturing, if that might have been a risk. Of their war, she would have nothing to do with; such politics were the Sounds' own, unsanctioned by Themiscrya, without the blessing of a High Priestess. Although Aktaie had insisted Caiaphas had been an apt student, Minthe was doubtful the queen could commune with the Sea and hear Her Will.

It did not matter. All women could be taught; and the elder had come to observe, first, and guide after gauging skill.

With the night a dark expanse above, a tapestry of stars and moonlight, Minthe stood in the ocean's shallows. A phosphorescent glow swirled in the curve of the Sound, growing brighter at her ankles. A mirror of the universe above; she felt her hackles rise in wonder and awe. With eyes closed, the woman lifted her head, a melodic prayer falling from her muzzle in the Sea's tongue, "Even if I feel the sun on my skin everyday, if I don't feel you, take me, Mother."