Blackwater Islands take me into your loving arms

Kalika groaned with equal parts disgust and disappointment as Whip fell lax against her back. There the two sat, still and exhausted, for only a few moments before the bond between the two of them gave way. She took a few steps forward and began grooming herself, slicking hairs back into place and limbs back into order. You did better, she admitted, but still not good enough. After giving a cold glare and a mock lunge, Kalika turned and began to walk away.