Sea Lion Shores Moonlight drowns out all but the brightest stars.

The sea called to her, as it called to all Her daughters. As much as she tried to resist the pull Minerva could not block the desire from her mind nor her heart, and so she found herself roaming closer and closer. She knew not to venture too far lest the sea rise up against her; she was going against all the signs she had witnessed by being here, but she need only have a taste of that salted air — just a glimpse of the raucous tide, enough to satisfy her.

She saw the figure in the distance. This gunmetal silhouette shrouded by winter light. At first Minerva thought it was a trick; perhaps a figment of her lonely mind, a flare-up of nostalgia and homesickness, except.. Minerva closed the distance and then stopped when the figure was a few lengths away from her, studying the sinuous form of the body, recognizing the feminine aspects.

Taking a chance, she called out: αδελφή?

Had the Mother Sea brought her a gift?