Totoka River ephemeral

the listener hummed their approval, and beckoned to their followers to indicate that they would continue on in search of @Ingram. if the women shared further words, the listener did not know; they heard little beyond the din of a thousand spirit whispers, rough and breathy on her nape and against her ears like the rustle of fabric all around.

keeper, they greeted their ashen guardian when at last he was found, hearing their own voice as if from afar. time moved like melting wax, select details whirring into focus with stark clarity while the rest filtered out in a blur. a bit of rumpled fur atop rasha's proud cheekbone; the cold teal glint of ingram's wary eye; the glitter of sunlight against morgana's silvered hackles. the spirits drew the listener closer, clutching —

rasha has chosen to stay with druids, to teach and learn, what was this strange spell upon her? words became the listener's anchor to reality as she fought the siren call of the otherworld. ingram, you will learn from rasha first. she would make him strong, unfeeling; capable of committing the sort of atrocities the druids would ask of him.