Ankyra Sound lie in wait, hush little heart

Leucothoë knew her expectations were high; truly, it could not be helped. Her mother had instilled upon her what it meant to be a Nereid, and the sterling girl took it to heart. Perfection was something she strove for. It pleased her that she was not alone in this. Leucothoë knew she was not alone in anything due to her sister, which made her quite happy. She imagined she might feel quite alone on this trip without her twin... but was happy she would never know that.

The silver girl moved to put her feet into the cool waters. Her feet had ached from their long journey; the Mothers kiss was all it took to numb them for a little while. At her sisters response, Leucothoë hummed. If only she'd bathe more often, she huffed, She could be very pretty... Leucothoë felt more at home speaking like this, of Callantha. She had a lot to learn about the white girl who was so very careless in her eyes, which irritated her beyond words. She wanted so badly for Callantha to desire to be perfect, to meet her absurdly high expectations. Though that many in Themiscrya had met them must have meant they could not be too high (but she held the elder sisters on a pedestal). It'd be a start, at least. The Greek fell off her tongue flawlessly, and she closed her eyes, wondering what a clean Callantha might really look like.