Sequoia Coast to mount olympus

Greyjoy eventually calmed, finding himself standing in front of Homeros as he listened to the dark-furred male explain his journey. He had come alone, without a female, and Greyjoy wondered at that. Who had allowed him to leave? It was no matter: he had found them, as promised, and would join them in their quest to start a new branch of the Nereides here on this coast. "I am glad you are here," he said with a smile, knowing that Atlas would be glad, too. It would also mean they could spread the work between them now.

"We have claimed a beach a little further north from here," he began, pointing his nose in the direction. "It's not like this beach at all. It's closed in, with a beautiful sight of blue-glow at night. Aktaie and Psamathe are convinced it's our sign, that we are meant to be here." Greyjoy agreed with them, not only because he had to, but because he believed they were right. "We have also laid claim to the cliff-tops above the beach, so we have a defensible area if needed."

The males spoke a few moments longer and then turned toward Ankyra Sound. Greyjoy had decided it was time for Homeros to see his brother again.