Blackwater Islands welcome home

she was rapt as Kalika spoke, and nodded first in understanding to the other. although Kalika was the more educated on the matters of her new family than she, it warmed her further to know she had a kindred spirit—that they were both in this together, learning alongside one another. willing pupils of The Mothers testament. the next question Galateia answered in what she herself believed was the truth: yes, that is correct. Galateia, when spoken to in French or Gaelic, would know those tongues too, and could speak them as well as she could understand them. this was something she was unaware of, and would think it but another gift from The Sea. the truth of it would never be known to her, though she would not think it to be a shadow of anything else as she had not the reason to. 

when the other pawed gently at her face, Galateia grinned but she did not boast. she counted herself fortunate for many reasons—of all to find her that fateful day, it was Akantha, a Sister to her. the raven Matriarch filled the voids that otherwise might have always been left gaping, and she was saved for it. with much difficulty, Galateia stretched a foreleg and attempted to drape it over the other. she would work them this way now and again, though did not grimace or emit sounds of the pain she endured. she breathed, knowing this was the first of many tests. she survived, and soon would thrive for it, and her eyes sparkled. I am eager to serve Her, she admitted. in time, her purpose might be revealed by The Mothers, but there was no question that her purpose was here and alongside Kalika, Akantha, and with the others that resided with them! her eyes glowed with great interest, and her ears perked forward. they were all daughters, were they not? daughters of The Sea, and Sisters to one another! yes, indeed, she was eager to serve and help in any ways that she could!