Blackwater Islands silver spoons

time goes by. second by second by minute by day.

morgana could not spend her days confined in her den. waiting. watching. silently.

she could not forget her duties. @Bridget needed tending to. @Maegi as well.
punishment.
cursed woman.
her torn face had etched itself into the speakers mind. her name wandered her mind like a ghostly spirit.
cursed woman.
was she a fool to bring her here?
cursed. punishment.

morgana needed a walk.

she walked, slowly, within the chambers that lay beneath where she slept. the waves and her footsteps were the only things to be heard.

located in fey chamber. looking for characters morgana hasn’t met yet, but this is all welcome :D tags are for reference

There was water dripping somewhere.
Drip drip drip. . .
It filled his head.

Mmmn, the corpse-man moaned, dragged his palm across the rocks beneath his body. Crooked; he was crooked, everywhere. How many legs? He watches a spider crawling up the wall and thinks, I cannot escape.
Tap tap tap tap . . .
The spider loses grip, falls, scuttles to shadow before his one pinpoint-pupil can find it again. Was it ever there?

The dripping is acute now. It gets loud, and then it stops. He stares at the wall, and if he were to move his eye the slightest, he would see the shadow in the hall outside.

she is not alone. the tips of her ears twitch when she heard to sound; a muffled groan. had she not been so aware of every little thing around her she may have missed it. but she did not. and she was drawn towards it.

closer and closer until she came upon him. a spindly man. a soul drained of color, of life. her shadow loomed over his body.

of all the new names mentioned by @The Listener, morgana wondered which belonged to him. but she did not ask. she only stared down at him and meticulously studied him.

He doesn't know who it is.
'You know, you know, you know; I've always been with you.'

The first thought he has makes him wince, but he calls out in a rasp, Hy...nnno? Blink, blink, blink.

They scuttle closer to him each time. Close enough for the strands of their tufted dark fur feathers fur to touch him; spider's legs, grating.

He shakes his head, pulls back, pushes against the shadow.
'No, you only think you do.'

He spasms.

he calls to something beyond her. something unknown by her.

she stood at his side with her head tilted to one side. morgana stays unmoving as he spasms on the earth.

he’s in another world now. seeing things she could not see. calling to someone, something, she does not know.

do you see the god? she spoke softly.

Do you see the god?

He spasms.

Do you see?

Here, but not here.

When the shaking stops he is quiet, breathing softly, almost still, as if he has died. Perhaps a part of him has. There is not much left to Mou — to Harka, now — some skin and bones, soup for a brain.

His eyes open and he breathes sounds that almost resemble words; maybe to Morgana they will mean something: w... woumds ah..r.. burning..

A faraway stare in to the dark, that's all that's left of him.