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

and so you and i are sisters, she deduced, ears pricked atop her own regal crown—though the regality she was born with was deferential toward the other before her, her elder and her founder. she was born again! she was galateia, sister of akantha... and of the nereides. this did not feel wrong, and so she did not question it—the other spoke with such knowing that there was not a moment given for the pearl to even imagine what doubt might feel like. fated. it was the very word she had thought of, produced by the tongue of the one that had known of her coming and of her name. are the others upon the island? she inquired gently, looking over her shoulder. she, at present, was admittedly too weak to make the swim this day; she hungered, and her stomach groaned suddenly with the sharp pain of it. but she ignored it, for the moment—feeding instead upon the knowledge shared by the dark woman, who was becoming clearer to her blurred eyes as the salt bled free from them. she was aware, too, of a burning thirst that burned her throat, her tongue; the shock was wearing off, and her body was beginning to ache.