Ankyra Sound If we die we die together

As the bright figure continued to pick her way down the cliffs, Nesaea eyed her off suspiciously. Of course, she didn't doubt the stranger didn't belong to the Sound; it was a difficult place to get to and, should one manage to enter, they would be found almost instantly. What would happen to a trespasser Nesaea hadn't a clue, though she knew it would not be pleasant.

As the woman strode towards them with a cordial smile, Nesaea followed her sister's lead and sat upright beside her, becoming an almost mirror-image — albeit, without the seaweed. She returned a small smile as the foreigner greeted them, speaking first to Leucothoe before setting them both within her golden gaze. She had a dazzling coat, the likes of which Nesaea had never seen before, along with a trim build that gave the younger girl a suspicion that perhaps she was an Amazon — one of the more physical beings among the Sirens.

She mentally chuckled at the woman's suggestion of keeping the gift, but made no indication outwardly except for a slight flick of her tail. The very thought of Leucothoe simply tossing away such a valuable offering from the Mother made Nesaea reel. As her sister spoke, agreeing to the Amazon's words as anticipated, the girl dipped her head respectfully as she was introduced. "Nesaea," she said simply.