Blackwater Islands sell the kids for food

a cold swell in the air, a vast shift in the atmosphere as if the moon loomed far too close to the earth. the keeper.

the listener relaxed under the familiar weight of his iron presence, and swept toward her chosen den with little regard for the ailing woman's plight — save a gesture to @Ingram to lighten morgana's burden.

when the woman was nestled within the den, the listener turned to her speaker. she is ill. make her well. do what must be done, whatever it takes lurked under her words, unspoken but nonetheless powerful. i will seek guidance from unnamed god.

the tag is for reference, ingram doesn't need to be posted, but i can edit/remove the powerplay if needed <3