Gilded Bay first night, first day

She left @Mnemosyne to roam the far side of the bay as she and @Florence left for the shore. No doubt she'd catch them up soon enough, but for now a reunion of the two parties was all that Leia anticipated. Sure enough, the honey-eyed initiate watched with relished relief as her respected Siren danced among the waves that rippled and hissed like voices around the legs of Meteora. She'd known the very breath of Mother Sea had clung to the pelt of the silver wolfess, and to go as far as saying she could see the very words she spoke was a claim that she herself was not afraid to fantasise.

Like the hawkish guard she was, she had often listened to Mnemosyne and her spiritual preachings and to say she was interested would've been an understatement of Leiagore and her aspiring abilities. She was always one to favour the ferocious loyalty that came with being an Amazon; her mother had taught her well in that department, yet to be rawly exposed to such intellect drove her to learn more. Meteora was her idol, the one wolf with such incredible balance that she herself admired and aspired to follow. She knew that to become equal with whom she already viewed as her Matriarch would be an impossible feat, and for now she willed herself to approach with respected caution.

"Meteora," she spoke as she neared her figure, shoulders lowered and tail a string of slight movements as she settled herself in the sand. The enslaved she took no notice of, her full focus on her leader rimmed with controlled excitement.