Blackwater Islands girls of roses, thorns and crowns

It is not long before she begins with Arlo in tow that the distinct sound of approaching footfalls are picked up over the crash of waves upon the shore. Any signs of borders are eradicated though Eske does not know whether it is from the storm or because they have truly faded with time as the Nereides left not to return to their Islands. Sea blue-green gaze searches the wreckage of the rocky Island wildly and locks upon the agouti colored woman as she steps into view. Eske sizes her up, noting her confident yet not dominate approach but her presence does nothing to soothe the Cheka who reacts with bristled hackles and a curl of her lips. Had there Nereid woman lied? Were they still here, surviving under the guise that they’d gone only to attempt to gain an upper hand on Heda? The woman mentions something about the sea providing in a tone that holds a wisp of laughter to it, likely in reference to her and Arlo’s presence and a low warning growl rumbles in the Cheka’s throat. “Who are you? Why are you here? We were told these Islands have been abandoned by the women that once held claim to them.” Woe to the betrayer if it ended up being words from false tongue. Eske’s presence there was clear enough that the warrior princess did not trust the words from wolves that were not Drageda — though Eske, more than others, knew (exceptionally well!) that even blood could turn and stab you in the back the second it was turned and exposed to them. “Unless that claim is false.” Eske's pupils narrow in their sea ravaged depths encouraging the stranger to answer her rapid fire questions with honesty.