Blackwater Islands soft like trees in water, shaped to soothe and move

it was the smell of blood that caused her head to turn, and her eyes to find the pale man she had not yet met. Galateia did not know their name, and moved toward them on unsteady limbs. they burned with every move she made and yet she willed herself onward until she could move no further, the pain was too great! and so she stood there, watching him move away—she called to him: you are hurt! in a warm, worried voice, come to me, please! the wind carried her voice, but even still she was not sure he would hear the mellifluous tones that came from her lips.