Blackwater Islands over the waves peaceful at night

We can wrap it up here if you'd like, or keep going!

Akantha is patiently quiet to allow the girl some time to ruminate on what she's just been told, though the storm that idles beneath the surface could be keenly felt in the subtle refractions of her flinty gaze. She can only hope the young girl—Aztec, is as beneficial to them as they will be to her. The winter was, indeed, over but that did not diminish the chance of the Sea turning her eye away from the Nereides and leaving them with little food to go around. A breath was drawn as the girl finally responded, and Akantha could only nod and wave her elevated tail. "Of course. For now, your title will be Neophyte until you demonstrate a basic understanding of our ways." Akantha replied, "If you'll walk with me I'll show you the island, and give you a bit more detail about our life here."  

With that the Matriarch set off down the beach with an inviting tilt of her head.