"Where I am from, a mermaid made the waves and the moon, and she is the most beloved of the sea. The sea reaches for where she sits in the moon, and there are times he comes so close, so very close. But they can save us, when we are out at sea. When there is no breath in our lungs and the ship is lost in a storm - one day we join them beneath the waves in what we lost when we go." There's quiet conviction in her voice, perhaps not unlike when the Dalish speak of their Creators only Araceli's beliefs are alive and well. They're in her blood and in her bone, and she would see them with every tide or every night unless the moon was new and hiding her face from the world, nights when the sea would be still and flat as glass, a perfect mirror of the sky above.

"Where do you think the greatest assassins in my world come from? It's said they can mimic any of us if they wish it though my friend can't get the sailor's walk right, it gives her away every time. She hates that." And of course, from the grin on her face and the laugh in her voice as she says it, it's plain that Araceli loves that it annoys her friend so. "Can't you? Ah, in Castileos for all that we are fiercely ourselves, we can become one mind, one body, one crew should the need arise. Pulling together tight at the seams."