Blackwater Islands gemini feed

she had been escorted here, to the forest of the island, a short while ago—her fellow Sister had only left at Galateia's insistence. the pearls breathing became labored when the other was out of sight, and her head swung to face a nearby tree. on unstable legs did Galateia move toward it, stumbling more than walking, but once she was beside it the thing became her scaffold. the low-hanging branches caressed her face, and she was comforted. looking down, Galateia noted a familiar shaped leaf swaying in the gentle breeze. she knew this plant, as she had known many. scutelleria, she breathed the word. good for muscle tension. her coiled muscles were aflame within her, and her eyes scoured the rest of the forest floor. there was much of this herb here, she observed—much to her fortune.