Blackwater Islands this wine is too good for toast drinking, my dear

Time had become a foreign concept to Kalika. Despite the haste used to complete her designated tasks as mother and advisor, it seemed that there was always something more to be done. Whether it be a strange cough from Calypso which warranted a maternal fear or a call of duty from Akantha toward the peak, trials seemed to emerge from the dust whenever given the chance. It was the mornings when she had even the shortest of moments to herself, and the young Adept chose to sacrifice these to the Mothers.

The footsteps of another interrupted her devotionals; she turned and saw none other than the raven-doused Indie making her way down the coastline. Kalika took a moment to breathe and finalize her goodbyes with the Sea and retreating Moon before standing and beginning to make her way over to her former mentor. Geia, she chirped, though with a newfound hardness gifted to her with the added responsibilities which she had taken on.