Blackwater Islands Staring at the waves, but you don't wanna drown

the listener seldom strayed far from the captive; when she could not watch over the ailing woman, the burden fell to @Ingram. morgana held the prophet's trust, but there had been some purpose in bringing her here, some force or reason behind the decision; something the listener did not know or intend to know until the unnamed god revealed it to her, and distrusted until such time.

so she watched. waited, rather; for many hours, little of note came to pass. days rolled into one another. perhaps the woman would die. the silence seemed to grow every hour, and her waking moments were few and fitful, her sleep ragged and ridden with holes.

she cried out. the listener swept forward, hunching over the fitful figure with nose hovering just above the space between her eyes. staring. waiting.

also vague, i couldn't resist <3