Greatwater Lake a legend stands before you all

A wry smile stretched the thin skin of her lips, but the humour didn't reach her eyes, so tired and drained were they. She looked on the lake and felt buoyed by the Sea's presence, minor as it was, but it was a small comfort. They still had miles to travel, and would be longer without their Mothers. By the end of this night, the Mother Moon would depart them as well, and Psamathe would feel lost, as she had on every new moon.

“I will soon, αδελφή. For now, I wish to rest.” To add a note of mild-mannered finality to this desire, Psamathe slowly let herself fall to the damp earth at the lake's edge. Her eyes danced over mossy soil before turning back up to the matriarch. “What will you do?”