Blackwater Islands Borrow a cup of sugar, my a**

As could only be expected, Graeae was glued to Naiad's hip. Every turn made by the latter, the former followed dutifully behind. It was still unclear to the girl what exactly they were doing, but the expectant gaze of her mother gave her a hint. She nodded and gave a sheepish smile, wondering what was next. 

The two of them began their trek over the sandbar, Graeae reluctantly staying silent. The passage seemed dangerous, like something that she would despise having to take consistently, but it was what Naiad seemed to want. Only a few steps late, she lowered herself into submission, should anyone catch wind of their approach.