Ankyra Sound then we'll take it slow

Tirgatao spotted Kalika crossing the sandbar long before she reached the beach from the twisting path leading down from Drageda. So when her paws met the sand, she altered her heading to intersect with the grayscale Siren's. Again, Thuringwethil's words from the meeting touched her ears—the Nereides were to be watched, carefully, and they were not permitted to leave in droves without explicit permission. But Kalika was alone, or so she thought, so Tirgatao had little to worry from her friend stealing away from the Blackwater Islands for a few hours.

But as she approached, her eyes drifted from the familiar figure of curves and beauty to the little seafoam sprite at her heels, and she couldn't help the surprise that painted itself across her expression. Both her ears flipped forward as she neared, and a bemused smile illuminated the soft features of her face. "Kalika, dear, I didn't know you were a mother." She remarked only to tilt her head and offer the young child a friendly wave of her tail. "Hello, I'm Tirgatao."