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

And with just a name, Akantha claimed the once-dove from the boughs of the woodland and dragged her peacefully into the churning depths. 

A pair of steady hazel eyes observed the reactions and emotions as they broke upon her Sister, Galateia, like the waves that lapped at her hindquarters now. Though her incredulous jest drew a quick laugh from Akantha's throat, the rest of her emotional profusion was bestowed upon the thorn queen as she, herself, lay quietly by basking in the radiance of her catch and joy of a successful hunt. A connection, deep and twisting, bore into her heart as the stranger—Galateia, gifted her the trust that, in any other time, would have been sorely misplaced. 

Akantha closed her eyes and hummed a lilting of serenity as the kiss was returned to her own brow. When her eyes opened again they searched Galateia's own for a long moment before her thoughts were committed to words: "you have, but you now awaken to a new day as a sister of the Nereides." Akantha answered with cupped ears. "It is fated. You were meant for us, and we you."