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Hopping in. Mind?

The snow pelted sea nymph daintily tip toed down the sandy banks of the beach, sticking by the prefect balance of measurement between the soft leaping of the waves, and the crumbly reflecting sand, her Ying and her Yang at the comforting touches of the sweet Mother she and so many of the fellow Nereides held dear.

Leukothea had been meditating, her silent gait moving in unison with the tides, until she had heard the commotion of snarling bickering kin. And amongst the snarls and bickers, the young ivory recognized a voice that triggered her missing a step in her balanced and even stride.
Aella.

At this, the fae took off, her pale legs caring her as fast as they could, though it wasn't fast enough for her. Soon, she slowed her pace, loping in the mist if the two arguing wolves, and their great Priestess.

"Good tidings, all. "

Turning to Aktaiê, the snow embellished girl murmured softly with a dip of her slim crown.

"Hello, Priestess, " she politely spoke.

Then she turned her to sister, speaking more fondly to the warm coated girl.

"Aella, sweet sister, I have missed you so."