Blackwater Islands my heart is pierced by cupid, I disdain all glittering gold

open!

 
by the day, Galateia grew stronger and her spirit grew for it. but that did not mean she was strong, yet—no, she could still not walk independently upon land, though with the full moon at its summit Galateia sought to! 

her muscles protested and ached. she moved toward the ocean as it moved toward her, only to recede. but it beckoned her nearer, and she heeded the call of The Mothers. alone, now, Galateia collapsed before the waters having only taken two meager steps. but she had stood the longest she had since she had been brought to this sanctuary, and those steps were unquestionably in the right direction! she let out a thankful murmur, her lips brushing reverently against the soaked shoreline.