"Ananke greets the Children of Weaver…"
The word hung in the air. Sunny and Nephis glanced at each other warily, both confused by this strange situation. Why was the old woman prostrating in front of them? Why had she addressed them as children of Weaver?
'What is going on?'
Sunny was tired out of his mind, and the inexplicable nature of the strange old woman was simply too much for him to process.
She didn't seem hostile, at least.
With a sigh, he allowed his exhausted body to collapse and sat down on the wooden deck of the ketch. Nephis, meanwhile, hesitated for a few moments, then took several steps forward and carefully pulled the old woman up.
"Please rise, Grandmother. Do not bow on our account."
The owner of the ketch — Ananke — allowed herself to be gently pulled into a sitting position. Then, Nephis returned to Sunny and sat side by side with him. The two of them were now facing the old woman, waiting for her to say something.
