Blackwater Islands let us adore you

the listener appeared as if spun from the dark mists that hung over the islands. she strode past the speaker, scenting the unfamiliar male and his younger ward immediately. blackwater received few visitors; all were vetted by the listener and her followers.

she peered at the wolf with fur of midnight black and sunset gold, then past him. the girl wore a coat of vivid russet, and an expression both agonized and distant. another ailing transient for the druids to tend.

speaker, the listener addressed morgana briskly as she turned back toward her with long strides. tell me what you know of this. the man, the injured girl, the circumstances that had brought them to the island. the listener would know all of it before she made a decision.