Ankyra Sound we walk like there's nothing wrong.

One of the aspects of Nereides culture Callantha had always had the most trouble with was interacting with the consorts. It felt easy to accept that they were below her and existed to serve, but she could not understand why that meant the sisters had the right to treat them so poorly. There had been so many times she'd been reprimanded by her mentors for enticing the consorts into playing with her or trying to be too friendly with them. And yet, she just couldn't help herself. In a way, she felt like she could relate to them, for on some level, they had to be just as unhappy with being born into this life as she often was - at least, she was compelled to assume.

The young wolf was slow to turn her gaze over to the boy when he approached, too busy was she watching the gulls that danced along the wind high above her. When she did, she recognized him immediately as the youngster who had greeted them at the borders and who had offended her sisters with his insolence. Callantha was almost as uncertain about him as she was about the witch queen that ruled the Sound, for the way he regarded her, it almost seemed like he worshiped her.

Callantha eyed him with a quiet, curious gaze as he spoke to her. She pursed her lips slightly, pondering how to answer. She kinda wanted him to just go away... but also... "What's your name?" she asked instead, ignoring her misgivings about him, if only for the moment.