Blackwater Islands over the waves peaceful at night

There is little logical reason for the way Akantha reacts to the world, but her displeasure towards the girl was something she was able to pinpoint—she desired older women to carry the burden of the Nereides, not yet more younger children in which to teach and tame. Kalika was doing wonders with the males, so far, but soon the she would begin her lessons with the females. But, in that same vein, she needed pilable minds in which to shape her own rule and solidify her mark upon the history books. 

The girl shrinks beneath the weight of her gaze and is immediately complacent to the dominance Akantha demanded. A small smirk winds and twists upon the cruel cast of her lips at the sight of her submission—she begins to circle the girl without relieving her, and ascertains that she harbors no illness that would cause them undo burden. Her ears flick and perk at the mention of her origins, and she pauses with her side fully exposed to the girl's front. Her head sweeps around to her level and she narrows her eyes further. "It is, and we are." She replied cooly before drawing back and resuming her place before Aztec. 

"If you can find it in yourself to shed preconceptions of the world as you know it, and accept our ways, you will be welcome here." Akantha revealed with an agitated sweep of her tail. Border patrol was not a favorite thing of hers. "It will take dedication, but hard work is rewarded with protection, food, and, perhaps, the favor of the Mothers given they do not find you lacking."

She smiled, "I am Akantha, Matriarch."