Greatwater Lake a legend stands before you all

They had been too long from the Mother Sea. Even Mother Moon, diminished as She was in the sky, could not comfort the Adept. Whenever she was away from the familiarity of Her, she felt a tightening in her chest. Her blood seemed to run sluggish, and her energy seemed sapped. Panic sometimes overwhelmed her, and in these moments, she sought puddles to gaze into. Puddles were murky, however, and revealed nothing of their quest nor their Mother, though they gave her some small comfort, for they were a small piece of the Mother Sea.

When Aktaiê had given the command to rest, Psamathe had complied willingly, sinking to her stomach in the embrace of cool grasses. Greyjoy might have come near, but if he had, the Nereides had turned away from the Hoplite scornfully, paying him no heed. She looked within herself in the hours since the High Priestess' departure, reminding herself that the Sea and Moon were a part of her blood as well. She spent hours in silence, sometimes gazing into the distance and sometimes pacing in search of water and answers.

Aktaiê returned shortly before dusk fell, and Psamathe greeted her with typical whines and expectations of reassurance. That there was a creek and a lake bode well for the Nereides travelling party. They rested for some time before they awoke under the Mother Moon's watch, and though it was Aktaiê who woke her, Psamathe nevertheless grumbled a snarl at Greyjoy before they set off.

They moved silently, the two females leading the consort as their ranks befit. The lake soon loomed before them, gargantuan but nothing in comparison to the Mother Sea. Psamathe felt the tight sensation of her chest loosen some, and joyfully loped toward the water. The closer she got, the more she could feel their Mother's presence. She paused beside it, not daring to bend for a drink until Aktaiê had done so herself.

When she lifted her head with snout dripping, the female twisted her ears toward the High Priestess and said, “We are near. Can you feel Her resonating from the water?” As she said it, her voice grew reverent, as it always did when the nymph spoke of the Sea. “North, we must go north. I can feel Her call from the north.” She would gaze into the water when they took time to rest again, and hopefully discover clues about the place the Sea and Moon guided them to.