Greatwater Lake The Great Skua

Greyjoy had rarely slept on their journey, napping for only a few hours before rising to keep vigil over the Nereides he was sworn to protect. If anything happened to them on his watch, he would throw himself into the sea and take his chances with the Drowned God before risking living without them. His life was meaningless without the Sea, the Moon, and the Drowned One. Meaningless without Aktaiê.

It was early morning, the sun's warms rays barely kissing the horizon to the east, when a dark figure from their camp stirred. Moments later, he saw Atlas rise for his shift. Bumping his head against the male's shoulder, Greyjoy moved after the female, knowing that Atlas would be watched by the Nereides while he cared for the outlier. It was his duty to protect them. As soon as they were settled, he would train Atlas and any other males that joined them in the ways of the Drowned One, to serve and protect the Chosen of the Sea.

He found Akantha quickly, whom he recognized ahead, wading in the deep stillness of the nearest creek, her eyes trained upon the surface. Fishing. Instead of speaking, Greyjoy settled himself nearby, vivid orange eyes surveying the land, making sure she is protected even in this mundane task. He would not forgive himself if she suffered because of his absence.