Greatwater Lake Boy toy named Troy

Behind the dark form of Akantha, the priestess had not noticed the younger female at first. Her turquoise eyes furrowed, though not unkindly; the siren simply could not place the female. It was likely they had passed in Themiscrya, but as an Amazon, Aktaiê had little patience for quiet ones — and in her higher station, it was less of her responsibility to direct the teachings of youth that were not her own daughters (of course, she had none). Still, as they journeyed to discover a branch of their teachings so far from home, it would become her duty as matriarch to guide all of her acolytes.

A brow raised in surprise at the girl's outburst, and she offered an amused look to the dark warrior as Akantha began to laugh. She was good to have, here; fearsome as the woman was, she was no stranger to joy. It balanced the stoic, ethereal nature of Psamathe, and the stoic, determined nature of Aktaiê. It would be good to have someone in this land that would remind them to relax, to play, to find joy in all things.

"It is good that you are here," she told Akantha, every word exuding her sincerity. "And you have brought a new sister. She is...?" the priestess questioned, gaze returning to the eager student.