Greatwater Lake bowspirit

Her great grandmother had been known for many things, but most of the stories told were of her actions as Matriarch—then called Siren Queen—of Sirensong Cove. But Aktaiê had grown to know the softer side of her namesake, the tenderness that the stoic woman reserved for those of her own blood; she had grown up listening to the haunting lullaby of the former Queen. Most sirens were blessed with the gift of song, but others had been blessed with more talent than others; and her great grandmother had been one of them. She didn't think much of her own voice, but she had grown up singing with the Queen.

Night always filled her with energy, though peace had been found within the deep waters of the lake. Their mission, although urgent, seemed less desperate; with their numbers growing, they could afford to renew themselves and rest their weary paws. It wouldn't be long before they reached the shore they had journeyed for. She inhaled the cool lake air, missing the brine, but feeling refreshed all the same. As she padded gently along the shore, a melody lured her into the shallows of the starlit water.

She had almost missed Akantha's dark form against the blackness of the lake, the moon absent from the sky. For a moment, she stood nearby and listened, the water lapping gently against her elbows and underbelly. Then, taking a breath, the priestess harmonized — feeling, suddenly, as if she were home.