Ankyra Sound adorn me in feathers from dead birds

The girl kept her gaze turned towards the sand, staring perhaps a little too intensely as the other siren asked for her name. Her mother would scold her for being so rude, Nesaea was sure. She wouldn't be granted the mercy Callantha received — she was expected to already be polite and becoming towards the sisters of the Sound. With a quiet inhale, the girl looked up towards the female, catching her friendly amber eyes before quickly sweeping past her and along the stretch of beach.

"Nesaea," she replied with a stiff smile, gaze returning back to the water that washed over her toes. "And yours?"