Greatwater Lake bowspirit

There was a small pang of regret that resonated in her heart; leaving home was never easy, but it was surely more difficult on the Nereides than most. Akantha was growing to realize it would be many, many moons before she would see the Coast again, if she ever did. The tides would come and go without her there to see them, and it felt equal parts right and wrong. She could not be certain what fate had in store for her beyond what Aktaiê and Psamathe would decreed upon their arrival to these new shores.

But her Sisters always brought her comfort; Aktaiê's words doubly so. The Amazon reached turns and reaches out to brush her muzzle against the High Priestess' cheek. "I do not See as our sister does, but I can feel a great many things destined for us. Good things." She admits in a low voice, glancing over to the group before returning her attention to Aktaiê again. "How are you holding up?" She asks.