the mother of pearl world is just a notion

Akantha · (This post was last modified: February 19, 2017, 10:21 PM by Akantha.)

This is backdated about a week or so! A quick pack thread so Akantha can fill them in on what's going on. This is a NON-MANDATORY meeting and the rounds will be short. This one will end on Feb 20th (Monday). Please assume she told them they were moving "base camp" to the coast (Ankyra Sound) once the Storm BWP was over at the beginning of Feburary. If you have any questions, feel free to PM me!

@Kalika @Indie @Chip @Meteora @Gabe @Hemithea @Whip (@Coelacanth @Julep @Isengrim we haven't had a thread yet but we can figure something out if you do want to hop in here, too! Tagging you guys for reference just in case!)

A blessed break in the dismal rain and the whipping wind offered her the rare chance to set upon the beach without the worry of becoming drenched. Not that she minded, really, but it would make it far easier to speak over the din of the waves against the shore than coupled with the roar of the rain and the howl of the wind. Her heart thumped. She was not a public speaker; she never imagined she would stand where Meteora (and Aktaie before) belonged, weaving words of wisdom and inspiration. Akantha knew she was worthy of the title, and didn't doubt her ability to pull through, but she was a physical creature—one meant to support with strength of heart and mind.

The standing Matriarch tenderly climbed atop a large driftwood log. Her neck and shoulders still throbbed from the wounds inflicted on her by her fight with the boy, but between rest and the gentle ministrations of Mother Sea, they were healing. Soon she would be healthy again, but she could not let them see her weakness. They couldn't know the truth. She caught sight of the dark peaks of the Blackwater Islands across the Sound, and felt something warm bubble up inside. The Sea brushed a hand across her cheek and the feeling soothed her unrest—it was time.

Akantha raised a howl to the skies, calling her Sisters and their Drudge, her loud voice carrying proudly over the rolling Sea. Come, sisters, come and hear my words, the words of the Sea.