Cerulean Cape a thousand miles out to the sea bed

She closed her eyes against a biting wind, half expecting the gale to bring her clarity. It stung her eyes and as she opened them, her vision was a blur. The wind grew to a swell and Minerva thought that she would falter against the sand, but it died out slowly - leaving her wind-swept and blinking.

As she closed her eyes again she thought, 'Mother, I did as you asked. I am here, I am waiting —' and as her eyes opened this time, it was to the sight of something dark beneath the waves. Something growing larger as it neared the surface. There is a small splash as a face emerges, shoulders - a Nereides, rising as if to heed her silent prayer.

The woman cannot help but gasp; she steps back and watches the figure take shape, dripping sea water but otherwise intact. Canine. Beautiful — but not familiar. As the wolf advances on to the sand Minerva is watching her - those twin moons set in to her fair face are wide with shock and awe, but she is soundless. Her voice has fled her.