Ankyra Sound black mermaid

The rolling waves reminded her of things both wonderful and sad. She couldn't fathom why she felt so much stinging regret at the death of Atlas. He'd been a simple Consort, though he was remarkably good at it; being tutored by Greyjoy had imparted a keen sense of duty and subservience upon the young male. He would have been a good choice; she would have born intelligent and loyal daughters from their union.

A sigh escapes her, but is cut short by a quick inhale at the bark that startles her out of her reverie. The noise rankles her and she curls her lip, ready to verbally throttle whoever decided to approach her in such a sensitive moment. Of course, how could they know? It didn't matter to her. But her hackles flatten and her mouth goes slack at the sight of her sister bounding towards her.

"Aella!? She screeches only to remember that she has legs and, yes, they work. Akantha hauls herself to her feet and sprints towards her sister with her tail waving high behind her like a banner. "Aella, Mothers--where have you been? I've been so worried." She babbles as she nears, circling her russet sibling once before touching the side of her muzzle to Aella's own. "Caiaphas said you left with Greyjoy...?"