Blackwater Islands The sands of time make one hunger for knowledge

Kalika listened intently to her daughter's words, nodding along to the notion of offerings and gifts. Calypso was proving to be quite a bright young pupil in her mother's eyes; one didn't expect children to know the importance of sacrifice and gifts from such a young age unless that knowledge had been planted there by something greater. She was meant to be a Nereid and proved this more and more with each passing day. 

That's okay, peristéri. She deserves them more than I do. Looking over the tiny array of gifts, Kalika noted how hard the child must have worked. Are you hungry? she asked, assuming a meal was equally needed on both ends.