Greatwater Lake bowspirit

For @Aktaiê

As the inky expanse of night throws shadows over the land, Akanthe wades into the water of the lake, welcoming the gentle embrace. The area is just a short distance from their "camp", so to speak, but quiet enough that she cannot hear the hum of conversation over the sound of the coming night. The water twists and twines through her fur; it caresses her as adoringly as a mother would her little girls. She closes her eyes and breathes out a prayer in thanks to Her for the gifts of strength and tenacity, as well as the courage and devotion to see her through.

The Amazon smiles as she steps carefully along the silty bottom. It is not the sand she is used to; it sticks like an ooze to her paws, and squishes between her toes, but she does not mind. She stops when all but her neck and head are submerged, and looks out to the West. Mother Moon is absent tonight, but she can still feel Her in her heart; even the Great Ones must find rest during their eternal vigils, this she knows.

Quietly, Akanthe begins to sing a sweet song in the old tongue, and though she cannot carry a tune as well as some of her fellow Sirens, her voice still rings clearly out across the waters.