Blackwater Islands driftwood

she stirred. slowly, but still. she stirred. her mispaired eyes rose to meet her own. as the woman studied her, ferocity contorted her features.

all but morgana’s tail kept still, which slowly whisked back and forth. much like a feline who’s attention was drawn by something interesting.

she addressed morgana as nyx. she knew nothing of the name.
but damien.

she’d heard the name. wolves of her past spoke of him in passing. they told her disjointed details about this man. they were attempts to guide her towards old memories, long abandoned and forgotten.

this information held little significance to her then and the same could be said now.
still, morgana was curious as to how this woman knew of him.

those questions could wait. there were more pressing matters to attend to.

i am not nyx. damien is not here.

she took a step back. do you know where you are?