Blackwater Islands our love is like water

I rolled a 1 >:)

last for me <3

Bridget's awareness was shifting, and the spots before her began to twist into other shapes as the berries truly began to take effect. She was locked in place, caught within her mind, in a landscape suddenly occupied by shadowy figures that were formless and inky black.

When the howl sounded, it cut through, enough to make her jerk her head upwards. But she couldn't join in. Her voice was caught as the shadows began to converge towards her, moving with unnatural speed and seemingly made of sharp edges. They'd tear her apart.

On the stone slab, her eyes rolled back and she stiffened, reacting to the dream and the scent of blood in the air. In her mind, the blood was hers.... no. It was Teya's.

In an instant, the scene was transformed to pure nightmare. Her friend was a shape on the ground, bleeding out, and the shadows were all around them. With a fury born of desperation, Bridget lunged to fight them, but she was not moving correctly. It was as if the shapes themselves had caught her and were holding her back, dragging her down.

She bent her head to tear into one and tasted blood on her lips. Real blood. In the dream, she couldn't tell the difference. Her body outside of the dream snarled and jerked as she snapped at what the Listener offered, taking it instinctively while her mind fought demons.

The nightmare would continue to shift, drawing her deeper and deeper, while the druids continued their ceremony elsewhere. Eventually it would slip from waking nightmare to sleep, seamlessly, but before she would occasionally regain control of her limbs, scattering dried herbs and berries to the floor of the cavern.