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The water rose higher and higher until she could no longer comfortably reach the sandy depths. As soon as her feet lost traction there was a release of tension, even as the cold invaded her slim frame, soaking her coat straight through. Ostia dove her head under the salty waves, acclimatizing herself to the frigid water.

There was a weightlessness that one could only enjoy when they gave themselves fully to the will of the Mother Sea. A lightness that Ostia fully embraced, dipping her head once more she let the feeling of the waves wash over her. Cleansing her soul and her being, bringing her closer to the Mother. A full body prayer.

Lost in her own reverence to her people and her sisters, Ostia almost forgot about her companion. Shaking her head to break the surface, the warrior turned to see where the other woman had gone.