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

sithis. the listener mulled this snippet in watchful silence, eyes trained to the rise and fall of harka's chest.

sithis, she repeated after a time. tell me of sithis. the pale sheen of berries glinted in her mind. the prophet looked on the ailing figure laid at her feet. she thought of the hazy cast of the otherworld, air as ancient as time itself. perhaps he struggled for want of the old magick that hung in the air in the realm of spirits.

perhaps a sacrifice would bring relief to him.