Blackwater Islands rest your weary bones

her head turned toward the she-wolf that approached her—another Sister, no doubt. Galateia smiled warmly whilst she paddled, and her ears remained perked atop her head. they were beautiful, as all the Nereid women seemed to be; she, like Whip, was marked in the colors of salt and sand, both wet and dry. the earthy hues suited the bright yellow of her newfound Sisters eyes, Galateia marveled as she swam slowly. 

the inquiry was answered swiftly, oh, yes! the water works wonders upon those whose muscles are not what they ought to be, inherently Galateia knew this. she did not merely assume this was a gift from The Mothers—Akantha had more than insinuated that she was giving a great blessing by Them, and Galateia could not struggle with her state in knowing this. she had received too much! I am Galateia, she introduced warmly, and then with a hopeful smile she invited: would you like to join me, ..." she left room for the other to inform her of her own name. the pearl listened well.