Blackwater Islands the druids of blackwater

through the bone chilling water they make their way to the island trikova called their home. he offers a small rumble of affection — pitched low and meant for her ears only — as he felt her shudder against his side.

up close, the island looks no more inviting than it had from a distance — which ingram thought was rather perfect. he'd feel right at home with the first impression of the island and for the first time he felt a strange sort of kinship with the isolated island.

closer yet and the curtain of mist and shadow parts to expose the secrets initially hid. ingram gives a careful glimpse at the hidden green as the mist writhed like a living entity 'round them; quietly beckoning them further. despite his very initial reservations of island living he finds himself eager to explore what secrets the island held further in, towards its heart.

blackwater, trikova names it, names them and he looks to her then for a lingering moment before casting a glimpse towards the speaker and druid, silent and watchful towards their expressions.