Greatwater Lake Boy toy named Troy

Psamathe twisted a slim ear toward the newcomer in their midst, a strangely marked female. A Neophyte, unfamiliar to the Scryer, who almost always kept to herself rather than mingling with the new sirens. She had had a hand in the rearing of trueborn Nereides pups, but had never felt much need to spend her time with the Neophytes, and so Acorn did not ring any bells in her head.

It seemed that Aktaiê was similarly unfamiliar with the newest addition to their group. The Scryer remained silent now, giving way to her matriarch to speak with their Amazon sister, and as though to indicate this, she took a noticeable step back from the group. She had always preferred her space to the crowding of others, and it was especially true after her incident. A warm smile adorned her face as she glanced back at Akantha and flared her nostrils in a subtle, quiet chuckle, but otherwise, she was still.