Blackwater Islands businessy business stuff

Ever since the Mothers blessed Kalika's ascension, Akantha had been preoccupied with their voices which now came to her stronger than ever. They needed more. More Sisters. More Consorts. Whip, Gabe, and Chelan were some, but they needed more to prove themselves worthy to Drageda. She would not remain idle beneath the looming eyes of the Commander forever, because Akantha was not the type to prostrate herself before power that deemed itself more worthy of respect. The Mothers were the only beings Akantha would bow before, and it was Their will that bade her to draw the conclusions she did now.

But before she could rise and begin work on such things, her newest, and only, Adept made herself known. Akantha's ears twisted atop her head and she focused on the smooth planes of Kalika's face, drinking in the subservience of her approach, and finding it to be enough. The Matriarch nodded, relieving the Adept of her active posturing, but a smile did not grace her muzzle. The hard cut of her shaggy head looked as severe as the gray Sea. "Kalika," She murmured, reaching over to nudge her Sister's cheek, "is something wrong?"