Blackwater Islands awaken, my love

Mama.

No matter how long it was taking Kalika to adjust to motherhood, it was becoming increasingly clear that Calypso had already made up her mind. Kalika was a mother now; there was a child, damaged and broken, who depended on her for the support and love that she would need to thrive. Good job, sweetheart! Kalika cooed, finding her more enamored with the child with each passing moment. She slinked around to hold Calypso in a sort of circle, her tail near her muzzle to create a gate. You're doing great.