Blackwater Islands and by the sea, we're laying down our hopes

shadows danced under lightning flashes. each bright pulse illuminated the gaunt silhouette prowling the dark shoreline. the listener sought the revenant @Harka. under the speaker's skilled gaze she had treated his wounds for many days. she had waited patiently to hear what message he brought from the realm of spirits.

but tonight she felt she could wait no longer. the prophet swept into harka's resting place with long strides, her long fur billowing around her like a tattered cloak. she stared down at the pale spirit with a cold pitying reverence. a revenant soul was a sacred and pitiful thing; a creature of infinite wisdom and infinite suffering.

harka, the listener crooned, muzzle dipping close to one ear. what words do you bring from the otherworld? what do the spirits say? tell me. guide me.

bit of powerplay, let me know if it needs changing <3