Cerulean Cape a thousand miles out to the sea bed

This region was full of life, yet none of it was familiar. There were wolves upon these shores, taking from her Mother and giving no thanks; swimming in Her sublime waters with no semblance of understanding; treading across the sand with so much ignorance that poor Minerva felt her very soul begin to wither.

She felt the strong pull of the sea she so loved, and delved further along the coast until the ridge petered out to sand. Before long she was standing on the slick edge of the water, feeling the boom of the waves as they crested and dragged, watching the white foam - but the fondness Minerva typically held in her gaze was replaced with introspection; not doubt exactly, but worry, concern, a seriousness that didn't suit her.

The call of a gull made her lift her eyes, pivot her ears, but the creature was drifting further out than she could reach. The sound helped to soothe her some, but nothing could stop the woman's growing sense of helplessness. How could she - a lonely sister, a budding Amazon without her rites - even begin to prosper in such a faithless place?