Greatwater Lake a legend stands before you all

Her thin ears flicked distastefully back when Greyjoy muttered, but she remained formal and polite as ever and said nothing. Aktaiê demanded her attention, anyway, drawing the Adept away from the consort like a direct summons from the Sea Herself. “No, sister,” she wearily admitted, “not yet.” Psamathe should have been, but being away from her Mother was enough to quell her appetite almost completely.

Soon, she would feast on the bounty of the sea with her sisters, but presently, the thought of lake fare made her more nauseous than anything.