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The youth seemed eager to learn, unafraid of what secrets might lay behind the priestess' eyes. Aktaiê was pleased, and it was sure to show in her features; this was a long-lost daughter, if her talents and interest proved anything. It would be unlike the Nereides to attribute such things to childhood imaginations and desires for adventure; to them, it was a romantic way of life. For Aktaiê and her sisters, it was simply life.

"There are many things to tell of the Sea and Moon," she returned, "but we share little with the uninitiated." This, too, did not seem to occur to the priestess as something that would entice a child; it was merely how things were done. "They are our Mothers," the Nereides shared reverently, "this is known. We are their Chosen." Aktaiê fell silent, then, looking at the little dark female curiously. "I have been far from the Sea for too long; I am glad to know Her scent lingers," this did seem to comfort Aktaiê, and though she hadn't been tense, she relaxed visibly.

"νοσταλγία," Aktaiê continued, slightly surprised at the youth's knowledge of the word, "A longing for home."