Ankyra Sound lost at sea, where they will never find us

There were times in her life where she felt on top of it all. But then there were moments where she felt incredibly small. As the strange woman spent a moment taking stock of her situation, Akantha withdrew and extended herself to the Mothers in a desperate bid to glean a better understanding of her position in this. But she was met with nothing but the fathomless blue of the deepest reaches, and a serenity that enveloped her mind. 

Shimmering shells clicked and clattered as the waves cast them up the shore around the pale nymph. Her gaze immediately flickered to them as she returned to her body—the moment took no more than a second of real time, and thus undetectable even by the most perceptive of her sisters.

Akantha claimed another step and stood boldly before the newborn who was birthed onto her shores and bequeathed to her from the Mothers as if to say help her, she is ours and we are hers. The resting nymph retreived the most beautiful of the shells encircling her and deposited it delicately between her outstretched legs so that the reckless grasp of the surf did not reclaim it. Her innoculous demeanor struck chords deep within the Matriarch, and she smiled fondly. "Home." she replied as she bent to place a sweet kiss to the girl's forehead. "The Mother has kept you safe until the time came to return you to us." 

As if in response to Akantha's words, the Sea rushed up the shore to swirl around them both before retreating into the channel again.