Sequoia Coast Like whirlpools

The Nereides female had been in meditation since they arrived on the sound. The twinkling light show in the water returned every night, and came to life with every shift of the water in the dark hours. It was an undeniable sign that the place they frequented was blessed. Psamathe ruminated on this.

But she thought about many other things, as well. She had found many tide pools in the shelter of a cavern, and had retreated there almost every day after her morning prayers to the Mothers, hoping the Mothers would tell her things. By Aktaiê's updates, she was kept abreast of the pack's progress, and knew there were at least two Neophytes. She also knew that for whatever reason, the Mothers had sent Akantha and her charge away from them.

It wasn't Psamathe's right as an Adept to think ill of her sisters for their choices. She wholly believed it wasn't their doing, but the Sea's will. They were needed elsewhere, she reasoned. The waters were murky about the why, and even about the true hearts of their Neophytes, and so eventually, Psamathe stopped asking. She chose to see for herself, and that was the first day she walked the strand openly, with clear eyes and head held proudly up, the picture of a trueborn Sea Nymph with her slow, graceful gait and her soft gaze. The sky was overcast, but in a calm sort of way, with pale grey the predominant shade. To her right, the ocean crashed restlessly, singing her a quiet siren's song and soothing her worried soul.