Blackwater Islands come to me and we shall dance

Kalika heard the wave crash. Not only that, but she heard the break in its rhythm, coaxing her to turn and see the source. The woman was familiar, though she could tell that they hadn't seen each other for quite some time. Her hackles bristled in response as she slowly stood and made her way over. Nearing the woman, her scent drifted into the young ambassador's nostrils, giving way to an identity — Hemithea. A smile immediately bounded across her maw as she went from her normal walking pace to a slow trot.

I'm glad to see that you've made it. Welcome. Kalika offered a slight nod of her head as she lowered her gaurd hairs and placed a kiss on Hemithea's forehead.