Greatwater Lake a legend stands before you all

Private for @Psamathe and @Greyjoy, and @Akantha, so we can get a feel for our group dynamic! They'll be making their way to the shoreline from here, following the Whitefish River. I'm going to assume they spent the previous night just around the mountains from Otter Creek, and sorry for kind of fast-forwarding them to the lake. :X

She had returned to the others after her encounter with the young female, coming back to rest for only a few hours before dusk began to settle over the lands. Like most of her kin, Aktaiê preferred moonlight over the heat of the sun — particularly when traveling. Mother Moon was only a sliver in the night sky, but the light that She provided was still a comfort. They were far from the embrace of their sacred mother, but they at least had the energy and light of the moon to guide them.

Greyjoy nosed her awake when his watch was done, and she bared her teeth at him in warning. It mattered little that she had asked him to wake her; he would know better than to expect any thanks from a siren. In turn, Aktaiê woke Psamathe. "There is a creek nearby," she told them, "and a lake in the distance. We should investigate; something tells me our journey will be over soon." Freshwater was no ocean, but like the rain and her own blood, it originated from the Sea. That there was so much water in this particular land seemed to be a blessing in Aktaiê's mind; but unlike Psamathe, her devotion came from things she could feel and see and touch. It would be the Adept, with a gift for scrying, that would be able to divine the meaning behind the priestess' instinct.

The trio journeyed in silence as darkness swelled, the last hints of sunlight now hidden behind the curtain of stars. They were all weary, a month into their journey, and perhaps still groggy from their rest. Still, there was no awkwardness in that quiet; they each knew their purpose, and each believed in their cause. It was not the first silence that would span between them, nor would it be the last.

When they reached the lakeshore, Aktaiê felt the breath catch in her throat. It was so vast, she might have mistaken it for the Sea if she had not known the deity's nature so intimately. It was no ocean, but it reminded her of home. Feeling the heat of tears burn her bright eyes and a tightness in her chest, the priestess quickly leaned her head to the shallows and drank deeply, willing the faint touch of her Mother to fill her with strength.