Greatwater Lake bowspirit

As they sang together, the tawny priestess couldn't help but sway with the cadence of the lullaby, sending ripples over the surface of the lake as she moved. Her teal eyes met the moonless night in devotion, then closed in emotion as they honored their resting deity. It was a song that babes heard as they fell asleep, taught of their Great Mothers before they could even truly hear. Nothing could comfort her more, with the exception of the Sea and the sound of her waves, of her gently lapping tides.

Their last notes twisted and tangled, each complimenting the other, until both faded into the stars. Aktaiê opened her eyes, gazing over the water's surface for a moment, drinking in the echo and resonance of their Mother's touch. At her companion's words, the priestess turned and shared her own smile, nodding in agreement of their nostalgia. It would be a long time before this northern coast would hear the thousands of voices raised to the night in devotion, but with their growing number, Aktaiê was certain the Wilds would soon tremble in the shadow of their empire.

"She will be glad for our presence again; we're are as sore without Her, as She us." To these words, the High Priestess bowed her head, suddenly solemn in her agreement, "This is known." Her heart ached for the scent of brine, the taste of seal, the feel of salt in her fur. "We will turn north soon, when Mother Moon returns, and casts her light brighter to lead us. Let the weary rest, and then we will go."