Wheeling Gull Isle mother's embrace

tyche watched as her attempt at the matriarch's name was taken. a friendly smirk, a mistake, but one tyche would come to correct in time. practice, practice, practice. if she was to impress her new matriarch, she would need to learn her ways. not to adopt them, for she was nereides, and she could not abandon her own path. but she could learn from them, she knew. perhaps some would even be willing to discover that they were walking the wrong path.

good at fight. know much of sea and moon. having the aspect of siren meant she balanced her studies well. her first year of life had been spent devoted to strengthening not just her physical form, but her spiritual one as well. tyche's connection with the sea was as strong as the moon's pull of the tide.