Cerulean Cape bury me as it pleases you, lover

the touch along her spine is easily identified as Vaati, she pauses her inspection and twists back her muzzle to better regard him. "around." she's growing tired of her wanderings, in truth, so contrary an emotion to the wild restlessness a fortnight prior. she huffs her gladness before elaborating, gaze moving to the sea, where something dark rises half-above the waves at some point further out than she'd dare swim, disappearing in a moment. 

"I found Maegi. Blackfeather Woods is reformed under the leadership of Potema's children." it's ironic, isn't it? that the spawn of the woman determined to see them dead are the ones to claim the wood. her gaze moves back to him, curious how he might take the news.