Blackwater Islands driftwood

she knew. or she thought she knew. according to her it was the void. death. the end of earth.

in reality it was far past that.

the woman mentioned damien once more with narrowed eyes. she insisted morgana knew him. she was right in a sense. she knew of him.

she spoke nothing of it though. only hummed beneath her breath.

then the woman spoke the daedric tongue. she should’ve expected it; she knew damien after all. somehow. still, it took morgana by surprise. she hadn’t expected to hear it here, nor speak it herself.

nyke gōntan, she answered. sir nyke dohaeragon iā arlie jaes.

it felt wrong to say aloud. as though she just admitted to treason. she did not expect discomfort to creep up her spine.

to soothe this feeling she says, iā jaes hen naenie faces. mephala jittan nyke visions hen mēre qilōni pōnta ȳdragon naejot. and it works.

morgana stood up straighter. you have washed up on the islands that belong to that wolf. tell me your name. now. and where you’ve come from.