Greatwater Lake a legend stands before you all

I have a brief moment before I have to skeedadle, so here you are! <3

Their journey had not been necessarily arduous, but it had not been easy, either. Greyjoy could feel the tug of the Drowned God weaken with every stride they took away from the sea. They had stopped to rest in a valley that teemed with the scents of others, setting his hackles on edge. Greyjoy had been trained in battle and knew that with so many others around, the Nereides he protected would not be safe until they were once again reunited with the Mother.

They stopped for rest, Aktaiê scouting ahead for what glimpse she could see of their destination. Greyjoy stood watch over Psamathe as she dozed and daydreamed in turn, never wavering in his vigil. Vivid orange eyes surveyed the landscape around them, the streams and creeks seeming to grow wider as they flowed eastward. Aktaiê returned and gave him commands to wake her, which he did to a show of teeth.

Aktaiê was wise to wake her kinswoman herself. Psamathe did not like Greyjoy, though no Nereides truly liked a male, though he had enjoyed some small comforts of his station. As a hoplite, he was considered strong enough to protect the sirens, strong enough to gather more men for their rituals, strong enough to enjoy rituals of his own, when time allowed. Their furtive glances and bared teeth were part and parcel of his devotion.

They spoke, and Psamathe, their Seer, indicated they should go north. Greyjoy stood sentinel, eyes trained against the world they found themselves in, ears turned back to listen to their words. Aktaiê knew he would follow her anywhere, as he had done countless times from their childhood to the present, and would continue to do so until his dying day.