Blackwater Islands take me into your loving arms

Kalika continued to giggle in a most childish fashion, her own voice so loud that she'd barely even heard Whip approach. It was his slim, boyish figure that caught her eye, urging her to turn her head and face him. As she did, she gasped joyfully and walked over to him, placing her snout under his and gently pushing up so that they might lock eyes. Look how beautiful it is, she whispered, now turning back to face the tidepool and the life teeming within it. I thought you might enjoy it.

After giving a sheepish smile and breaking their proximity, she sat back on her haunches and gave a curl of her tail to signify her humiliation. I want to apologize, Whip. Sometimes I am not myself. That in no way meant that she would hesitate to make good on her word, but she did want him to know that he meant something to her, even if it was only as a drudge.