I'm not the Sacrifice!

Almost, as if happy, the thing made an odd noise and quickly made its way towards them. At least it was not fearful or hostile — an aggressive sacrifice would be both hard to handle and aggravate the Mothers. Though perhaps it was just weary from whatever journey it was on? Nesaea regarded the creature again, more studiously, frowning slightly at the dirt that clung to his paws and underbelly. He would be pure soon.

Looking up to her sister as she spoke, the girl nodded and turned away from them, padding towards the sea, keen eyes fixed on the waves. She wasn't the biggest fan of fishing, however she was more than competent at it. It was made easier by the fish of the Sound, who were seemingly more daring than the prey of Themiscrya.

After a few minutes of graceful splashing in the shallows, Nesaea returned, carrying a silver herring within her maw. It was not a substantial meal, but it would be enough. She would find more if her sister or the sacrifice wished. Gently, she placed the fish before him before stepping back, glancing up to Leucothoe with a glimmer of excitement in her eyes.