Greatwater Lake a legend stands before you all

Aktaiê nodded, a soft smile upon her lips as Psamathe sank to lay down on the lake's shore. Despite herself, the priestess found herself stretching elegantly, though she did not give in to the desire to lay on her side and sleep; they would stay here long enough for her to receive the rest she needed, certainly, but for now there was other work to be done.

"Even here, there is much to do, I think," she told her sister. "If our journey ends even miles from this place, we should not be unfamiliar." It might be a week's travel, but this lake would be in their neighborhood; it would be wise to know it. "I will return; Greyjoy, protect her as she rests."

Aktaiê nuzzled along her sister's cheek affectionately, ignoring any protest against the command that Greyjoy remain as sentinel, then turned and began her investigation of the territories surrounding the water.