Blackbeak Bluff you got yourself in a dangerous zone

If Akantha expected anything to come from Whip's mouth, that wasn't it. She hesitated mid-step and hovered there uncertainly for a heartbeat and a half before firmly pressing her foot to the ground again. The anger she normally felt roared and raged in the cage she'd tucked it in for now, threatening to burst forth and consume the boy whole. Somehow she remained calm though a shiver raced down her spine as she turned slightly to observe him and address him directly, "Where did you hear of him?" she asked softly. 

But it didn't matter. His question demanded an answer, and she was the only one fit to teach him. She began, regardless if her own query was answered or not, "The Drowned One was once a mortal like us, until one day he decided to abandon his faith and rape the Sister he was appointed to guard. So the Mothers reclaimed him, intending to drown him, but he somehow survived and was reborn into a malevolent leviathan." Akantha's frown darkened as she continued, "He is the shepherd of the Consorts, and seeks to claim their souls for his own vile purposes. His only desire is to destroy the Mothers, and burn the land until there is nothing left to reap."

She narrowed her eyes a fraction as she paused long enough for the boy to absorb the tale. "Does that satisfy your curiosity?"