Greatwater Lake we creatures of the sea

Much like Atlas was Akantha's shadow, Greyjoy was Aktaiê's. He followed her like a breath of wind, careful not to impose his presence upon her, equally careful to protect her should she need it. The iron captain had been seated not far from the main group, upon a small rise, watching the comings and goings of all life around his group. These were the women he was sworn to protect, and if he lost a little sleep before they made their final destination, it was a sacrifice he was glad to make.

Aktaiê's voice rose into the air, seeking the blessing of Mother Moon, and calling upon her followers to do what they had pledged: follow. Greyjoy surveyed the surrounding area one last time, making sure the others were moving toward the lakeshore, before turning and joining the group himself, letting his dark voice mix with the lighter voices for a brief moment, before falling away into silence. He stood next to Atlas, their shoulders touching, though Greyjoy's vivid orange eyes turned toward the high priestess as she gathered the Nereides sirens and consorts together. Her words were plain: We go.