i watch the work of my kin bold and boyful

The island Tethys spoke of was distinctly Grecian in origin; her tattered ears both pulled forwards and she looked the female over gravely. The black line of her muzzle was pulled down in a thoughtful, furrowed frown.

It seemed the Nereides' culture was perhaps more pervasive than they thought -- here Tethys mentioned the Drowned One; a name Caiaphas had heard the Priestess and other Adepts mumble feverishly a time or two. She wondered if this island she spoke of was not some similar sect, divulged centuries before and now separate from its mother origin. She spoke, though the silence before it was near interminable. "Maybe you best come visit the Sirens. What is your name?"

She listened for a moment -- and as soon as Tethys answered, she would speak again. "If you are truly interested in joining the fold I can call upon one of the Sisters to meet you here tonight and indoctrinate you. If you are not interested, move along and never waste our time again." She spoke firmly and somewhat urgently -- and there sat in her feral yellow eyes a glint of coldness not even the ocean could fathom.