Blackwater Islands rest your weary bones

Galateia was relieved the other was not irate, and was fond of the other already—and when the questions came, Galateia liked her all the more. there was no time before then, for me, she informed, her voice soft as her legs continued to move within the water, I did not exist—and then I did. this was the truth as Galateia knew it, and as Akantha regarded it. in response to the next inquiry, Galateia smiled with a shake of her head. before, for Galateia, was The Mothers carrying her to term; she was no one, until she was Galateia.