Blackwater Islands our love is like water

she lingers above the fey chamber within her den. it’s a moments time to herself. to watch her belly as she always does here. to inspect and pray. and nothing shows, as the day before and the day before the last. so on.

mounting thoughts and worry are muted by the ghostly call. morgana, brought to reality and life by this, hurries out the den.

her quick pace slows before she enters. she walks through the crowd with eerie grace. casts half-lidded, judgmental glances at the new wolves who’d gathered into this chamber. their eyes were fixed on the listener.

melena. dear child of hers. a small smile appeared at the sight of them.

she stood tall at their side, looked upon her with pride. then to bridget, to rasha, with a contained thrill.