Blackwater Islands sleeping with the moon and the stars

Kalika listened intently to Akantha's recital of the prayer, silently repeating the words to herself. It would be something she would have to work to remember, though she was confident that with enough practice in the coming days that she would be able to perfect it. That's beautiful, she cooed, praising the tradition. Sure, she might be able to find her own words if she had more time, but it seemed that Akantha's prayer would have to do.

Now wondering what exactly Calypso must have been getting herself into, Kalika thought it wise to excuse herself. I will practice, thank you. But I think I should be getting back to Calypso and making sure she isn't causing too much raucous. Kalika gave a bow of her head once more and stepped down from the platform before making her way back to their sleeping site.