When she was just a girl she played with dolls
She dressed them up for more than bowing down.
Now serving masters at Imperial balls,
Perhaps within her head they share a crown.
To hide their fragile shape and cries of pain
Descent into their kingdoms long was blocked.
Tritons' slaves with everything to gain,
Is this naivete or does she mock?
Allegiance to the ones who hold the leash,
Oorangu's once but now she is no more.
In her, Himalia's blessings never cease
The harm to others willfully ignored.
Her freedom bought as she refused to drown
The price she paid holding her family down.

Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Glacian, in the year 1004 AF.