Ankyra Sound do you read with him too?

nereides, the man said. caiaphas made no motion to hide the sharp glint of recognition that sliced through her piercing gaze. nor did she try to hide the darkened scorn soon after.

yet another branch of her ex-coven, attempting to secure their hold in the wild. no doubt themiscyra and her patriots (patriotas? matriarchs?) were tenacious in their attempt to exert their domain, but if there was one thing caiaphas had learned about the teekon, it was that the wilds were no place for nereides.

slipping easily into their shared tongue, caiaphas half-stifled a laugh. like waves, themiscyra keeps coming. and like waves, the nereides are sucked back into the sea. she stood her full height now, which hardly challenged even the height of aiolos’ cowering form. i am caiaphas, one of the first settlers here — siren queen to ankyra sound when it still stood. yet you will find no nereides here; save yourself the pain and defeat, for the shores here are crueler than home. you may well wish to tell Minerva that; is she your matriarch?