Ankyra Sound do you read with him too?

She spoke grimly when mentioning a hope that the seas favored their missing tribe-mate. That in her voice, she doubted the woman had survived to be washed up upon these shores with any life left in her. Aiolos jaws clenched, a painful feeling being left in his gut for the lost noble. For all the lost Nereides, hidden, hungry, cold and lost within these battered lands... 

The Sea and Moon had been kind to him yet. He did not know why he still survived, why he had been favored, but he had not been injured in the quakes, had been offered sanctuary by the very first wolves he met with freedom to seek out his missing unit and now he comes face to face with a former Queen, fallen as she may be now. 

Their way of living was odd and far old fashion. It was something Aiolos did not find surprising by the way everyone he had met acted towards him. But to him, it was they which were queer.  She continued to warn, said that they would fail, that they would find enemy amongst the locals for their way of living. That here, the lands were not to pleasant, so tropical and beautiful as home. I understand,  ma'am.

His jaw tightened again. He turned his head to the side to where his chin rest on the earth and sighed deep. She could not and would not stay with him. She had her own mission to follow. And you, where do you find sanctuary if not with your kin? You are Nereides blood. Would you not join us, wherever it may be, to reunite with your tradition? To once more be happy with their customs, their high hierarchy, their goddesses? Aiolos was but a foreigner but Ovid had taught him well from a yearling till now. The women were both wise, powerful, and unrelenting to a fault. Had time made Caiaphas loose her way?