Blackbeak Bluff you got yourself in a dangerous zone

She stole away, leading Whip further along the trail into the wood. He followed close behind, listening. As he did, Whip thought of Atlas -- or rather, someone who existed only in imagination that he ascribed to the other consort's name. His fate was chilling. The Mothers operated in strange and mysterious ways that Whip could not comprehend (not that he tried). He was deaf to their wisdom while the women seemed to hear. Whip wholeheartedly believed that they refused to communicate with him due to his sex.

He only hoped that the Mothers would not find him as expendable as they found Atlas. But the Mothers were not the only gods of the sea.

Whip caught Akantha's eye as she turned to look at him. He already had a question ready. "The Drowned God," Whip spoke. "Can you tell me about the Drowned God?" He had heard nothing but passing refrence to this other diety. Whispers, nothing more. It was obvious that the Mothers were the primary focus of worship for the Neriedes, but Whip wanted to see the whole picture. Even more so, Whip wanted something to cling to.