Blackwater Islands got a river for a soul

Going to set this post-Galateia so she can talk about it with her. :3

Thankfully, Kalika had a keen sense of when she was needed. The sound of paws scraping against rock drew her attention to the pale Initiate, and the sight of her sent a wave of relief down across her spine. She bore a great deal of tension between her shoulders, partly due to the healing wounds, and also because of her anxieties regarding this meeting. They all needed it to go well, or they would be faced with yet another relocation. Akantha spent many nights praying to the Mothers to set them all on the right course—she did not want all her efforts to be for naught.

When she drew near Akantha, in an unusual show of affection, reached out and placed a gentle kiss to her Sister's forehead before quickly retreating back into her own personal space. She, too, seated herself and curled her tail around her hindquarters, protecting her feet from the biting wind. "Worried." She admitted suddenly and twisted her ears back against her uneven mane. "I dislike waiting." she grunted.

Akantha allowed a moment for her to catch her wayward thoughts before continuing, "I found a woman washed up on the shore of Ankyra." She said, the fierce curve of her mouth pulled into a tight line. "She does not have her memory or, at least, not yet. I lied to her," Akantha admitted. "told her the Sea had spoken her name to me, Galateia, and that she belonged to us. A Nereid. By all rights... she is one, born of the Blessed Deep, and readily accepting of our ways. A part of me wonders if this really is a gift from the All-Mothers and I was not just saying so to play her sympathies." 

"She is recovering from her ordeal. I want you to keep this between us, and especially from her. We don't need to find out she's actually very important to someone, and they send their warriors down for our heads."