Blackwater Islands our love is like water

the longer she spent with the druids, the less rasha felt real. it seemed she had been watching for hours. when the listener called to her, she moved from her hiding place in a trance. the ethereal atmosphere made the rhythm of her footsteps a lulling motion.

her addled mind made the words garbled to her, but she must have understood them on some subconscious level, for she obeyed. she ate the berries obediently, and when that was done she tipped her head back and called for the druids to gather in the fey chamber.