Two Rivers Isle song of destiny

A calling came to her, she felt herself move forward, upward in motion. Was it the sea, calling forth? Her heart yearned to see it's beauty again, to fully explore what it had held, but the Goddess had yet led her there- for her time in the current land had yet be done. The winds touched her back, whispering it's sweet beauty to where to follow. North, they said, follow, they said. Visions of the blue came to be within the darken dreams, but she thought of a yearning, not of a calling.

A beautiful stream, but not one alone, one that combined and renews, a circle of waterlife. Not the salty she had seen, but perhaps a gift she was given. The magic within the air- a given divine the Goddess had turned, a beautiful gift, a hint to the Summerlands. Her body moved within the creek, a long and wispy tail following behind as she feared not the dark waters, and continued toward this isle between the waters. An area of sanctuary, she thought, and thankful. 

Deeming of wildlife, the night had sung and the birds followed to it's magical lines. She too couldn't help but follow through, breeming a howl forth from her lungs, and into the night as the moon was high, coldly looking down upon her, as she warmly looked up.