Greatwater Lake a legend stands before you all

“Ευχαριστώ οι μητέρες,” Psamathe repeated in a voice tremulous with relief. The Nereides Adept had never once doubted they would find the Mother Sea again, so in tune with She were Her disciples, but there had been moments of despair on their journey when they were far from the pulsing tides. To feel Her wash over them and renew them would be a welcome thing for the young scryer.

Aktaiê commanded that they remain at this lake. Though Psamathe's throat threatened to tighten with new emotion and her younger heart beat faster in brief defiance, it was snuffed out when she remembered her beloved Mothers and how they could not return to Them in a state of weariness and exhaustion. They would need to make preparations immediately for the newest branch of the Nereides family, and they were not worthy to do so in the sight of Sea and Moon until they were fully strengthened once more.

“You are right, αδελφή. We must be strong when we return to Her, that we may build for Her a noble sisterhood,” Psamathe agreed with Aktaiê's unspoken sentiment. Somewhere nearby, Greyjoy stood vigilant, but she paid him no heed, as she always had.