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

           

Used to her solitude, the Grecian warrior startled at the sound of another voice. The wind did not favour her this evening, and the breeze swiftly lifted her own scent toward the stranger that had intruded on her solace. The words, however lite a spark inside the woman. The fluid tongue of her home warmed her heart despite the chilly temperatures. Turning sharply toward the voice, Ostia cocked her head to one side, sizing up the other woman.

Through the distance and the winds betrayal, Ostia couldn’t be sure. But a bewildered look came upon her face, and she subconsciously took a few steps closer. “Ναι, είναι Ι. Οστία.”