Greatwater Lake with a warmth inside, i walk into the dark

“All who know the Mother Sea and Mother Moon as we do are sisters,” Psamathe said gently, leading the way down the slope and back toward the lake. “The Mother Moon is our spirit and the Mother Sea our lifeblood. All are daughters to Them.” There was no mention of sons, of course. Males were too full of greed and sin to ever return to the Mother Sea in the same capacity, and so they had to be shackled and used, kept in check.

Though Psamathe was content to only reference the Nereides in her conversations, she had been raised more politely, and so she said to Junior, “dear sprite, from whence have you come to the Nereides?” In the scryer's mind, her past didn't matter, her family didn't matter, and her home didn't matter. Psamathe was not interested in returning wayward girls to their sinful families, and she was only interested in bringing them to the Mother Sea. Still, knowing where Junior came from could serve the Nereides well, and it was for this reason the Adept asked.