Blackwater Islands [m] shadowshow

Taliesin recognized the sweet spice that drifted in on the breeze when he woke up, and felt his veins light on fire. A giddiness filled him as he rose from his sleeping place and followed the scent. Life with the druids was already turning out pretty awesome.
It wasn't until he actually found the source that he realized Morgana was looking for him. She was coming right toward him, though, and looking at him, so that must mean… Me? You're choosing me? He swallowed, voice a little higher in pitch than normal. He was only an acolyte, he was nothing compared to a full-fledged druid. Why him?