Blackwater Islands benevolent

absolutely!! And ty <3 we can fade this if you like

An unnamed god. Bridget wondered if it was anything like the gods her parents had spoken of, a being like the Dark one. She'd never worshipped them but she did, in her own way, believe the stories. She had her paws set too firmly on the ground to ever rest her fate in anything divine.

Daedra? Loa? The words didn't make sense. Bridget looked at the Listener, then at her paws, still spattered with the remnants of the rabbit. If the gods were all the same, then the stories she'd heard were different. She didn't want to think about that right now.

A soft heaviness was beginning to settle over her thoughts as the berries took effect. As the effect deepened, she'd follow the Listener's instructions with little argument, if a little distracted by her wandering thoughts.