Blackwater Islands sleeping with the moon and the stars

Calypso. It was one of the names she'd considered for Galateia, but it seemed to fit the young girl far better than her mysterious companion. Akantha tipped her ears back and lowered her nose to the surf to feel the cool waters upon her muzzle as Kalika spoke, informing her of the recent events, and asking the very question that was weighing on each Themiscryian's mind—the Full Moon would be upon them soon, and each day brought the hour closer at hand. Even the Mothers themsevles were prodding her relentlessly about it, chastizing her for dragging her feet, and scolding her about her reluctance. She felt like a child that no one was willing to listen to, and she was already at the end of her rope.

Akantha, frustrated, abruptly pulled her nose from the surf and sighed loudly. "No, I haven't." she growled as water dribbled over her lips. "No one is ready for Adept, and the Rites require a Siren who has proven their worth. We cannot perform the Adept ascension and the Breeding Rites in the same night." Her volume rose as she continued to speak and the anger in her voice grew more severe as she vented her thoughts about the trainwreck that was their current schedule. Aktaie would know what to do, her mind added helpfully to her great disapproval. She lifted a leg and slapped at the next wave to roll in over them.