Blackwater Islands Wish that you could feel the water come pouring in

Bridget grimaced, then looked at Morgana with knowing humor. Tastes that bad, huh? Despite the joke, she bent over and picked up the bark, chewing it carefully so that she would not swallow much (if any) of the resulting pulp. She'd had plenty of practice with this part.

She hadn't ever used this variety of bark, but it reminded her of another. She made note of the color, feel, and scent so that she'd be able to find it again, filing it away for the future. When she was mobile enough to begin exploring the island more, maybe she could look for some.

When she finished she spat it out, then looked at it reluctantly before raising her eyes back to Morgana. She wasn't fond of the idea of treating the area herself, but she wondered if she was being tested here. If so, she might have to, and she could feel the perceived challenge beginning to push at her already.