Blackwater Islands rest your weary bones

and join her the other did, to Galateia's delight! their name was Salish, and even what she was called reminded Galateia of the sea and its swirling, lapping waters. the remark on the chilled water brought forth a small laugh—in truth, she had hardly realized the temperature of it now that her muscles had grown used to it. I have, she hummed. soon the waters will warm, but winters chill still touches them. I do not find it so bad, she admitted, though apologetically added, I should have warned you! but she had not even realized any longer, as Salish had observed correctly in that she had grown used to the temperature. 

the others question was answered swiftly enough: the ocean bore me upon her shores, and Akantha, our Matriarch, found me—she revealed to me who I was, and of herself and our Sisters, her voice was melodic, and she thought fondly of that day. what of you, Salish?