Blackwater Islands welcome home

Kalika inhaled Galateia's buttery voice with a look of great pleasure on her face, as if simply being in the same space as the femme was enough to qualm her internal struggles. She smiled as she listened to the other speak, occasionally chirping excitedly in response. It was rare to find such grace upon their land, but even more rare for the women to want to adapt to the ways of the Nereides.

I can teach you some things, Sister. Do know that I am still learning myself. This was the culture which she had been born into and lived in for the first months of her life but she had been stolen away at such a young age that it seemed she had to learn everything all over again. Thankfully she was a fast learner and Kalika found it easy to adjust. You can only speak the common tongue, correct? Kalika didn't mind teaching the pale sylph Greek, though she would rather know her responsibilites from the beginning.

As women of the Sea, we are the direct descendants of our Mothers. Of course, some of us are more lucky than others to be chosen, such as yourself. She smiled and gently padded at the other's nose before continuing, We are the powerhouses of this land, placed down to continue the legacy through the raising of strong, healthy daughters. It is our duty to serve Her in whatever way we can for as long as we can.