Ankyra Sound If we die we die together

Leucothoë had been here for a couple of days, now. Feeling more comfortable, the seaborn youth moved to cleanse herself in the Sea. She did not hesitate upon entering the water, even despite the cold bite the waters assailed her with. It had been so long since she had allowed herself this, knowing that I'm the Winter her time to submerge herself fully in the waters was dangerous. Mother Sea was gracious, and giving; but she, as all women of the Sea, had no tolerance for those without a mind. As Leucothoë pulled her head upward, she felt a thick tangle of seaweed catch over her shoulder-blades.

She exited the waters and the greenery remained. Leucothoë kept herself pristinely clean, but she would never remove the gifts The Mother gave to her. She collected them and saved them. This was the first from the Sound, and it made her feel welcome. A blessing. The girl knew then that their path was one approved of by The Mother Herself, and she was content. Leucothoë lay on the sands warmer than the waters to dry, beginning to preen at her forelegs so that her furs would settle properly.