"Those storms in the spring, always in the spring, it's the Sea Mother battling against the spirit of winter. The spirit of winter, they call him here, some call him Teran. And he battles the Sea Mother in the spring."
I stared at her plainly, but she was engrossed in the ocean and her story, her big round eyes trolling the horizon.
"And the Sea Mother is victorious and banishes him to the bottom of the sea for the summer. And Teran sometimes causes a squall here and there as he tries to break free. But they say he won't get free. Not until autumn when he and the Sea Mother will battle again. And that time Teran will win. And then he will lord over the sea until they battle again in the spring. And it is an endless cycle, just like the sea itself."
I stared at her plainly, but she was engrossed in the ocean and her story, her big round eyes trolling the horizon.
"And the Sea Mother is victorious and banishes him to the bottom of the sea for the summer. And Teran sometimes causes a squall here and there as he tries to break free. But they say he won't get free. Not until autumn when he and the Sea Mother will battle again. And that time Teran will win. And then he will lord over the sea until they battle again in the spring. And it is an endless cycle, just like the sea itself."
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