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

This wolf was fucking with her. That wasn't a name, at least, Bridget was pretty sure it wasn't. Big ears? was what immediately came as a response, but she couldn't tell and really the joke was more effort than it was worth. She wasn't even sure she'd heard right.

The next part had a bit that was more interesting anyway. Druids. The title conjured up an image of home. It was a term she was familiar with, not one current to any faeries, but one that had been referenced a few times in older stories. So witches, she stated quietly. Not gods, but still close. The other woman, the one she barely recalled... she'd seemed otherworldly. She was one of them? Bridget didn't catch the connection, that "the speaker" was that woman.

She should ask, but not right now. Right now, she.... wait.

With that answered, she'd been tempted to slide back into sleep, but as she relaxed, for some reason her mind summoned an image of Teya. This time it wasn't a specter or dream that haunted her, but the sudden realization that she wasn't home. That she hadn't been home in a long while.

Brecheliant. She said suddenly, trying to push herself up. Oh god, everything hurt. She had to be satisfied with lifting her head, something that did help her to feel at least slightly more alert. Do you know it? She needed to send word. Not for them to come here, but just... so they knew she was okay. She owed them that.