Northstar Vale gregorian chants to calm me

kalika, while taken aback by aiolos's blunt admission, did find herself in agreeance. there were some traditions upheld by the nereides that not even she, a siren by birth could defend. of course, she still participated as was the expectation. 

a small smile teased at the corners of kalika's mouth, but never quite came to fruition. rather, it fell, transforming into a frown as aiolos continued to speak. well, the siren huffed, i pray that there are no sons. perhaps the sea will pity me. 

she did not wait for a response. rather, she stood and made way for the border, hoping to have a moment of solitude.