Cora scrolled through the pictures on his phone with her thumbs, as she had learned to do on the island. Phones were such funny devices, although not as funny as some of the things Jake had found. She stopped when she spotted something familiar and held the phone closer to her face. "These look like memory crystals."
"We have a goddess as well, the goddess of the sea. She lets mermaids walk on land once a year. I have not seen her in person. Very few have. Eywa must have thought very highly of you to make you her warrior and speak to you." Cora gave him a smile. "You do have magic if you have a mate. True love is the greatest magic." She stopped and frowned. "Unless..is your mate not here with you?" That would be a terrible tragedy. True loves were not meant to be separated.