Blackwater Islands twist

the listener spent the days following the ritual in @Ingram's care, too weak even to walk short distances at first. slowly, her sea-tossed body recovered, though changes were apparent. a new haggard quality lent itself to her sharp features, aged her beyond her scant few months earthside. the fur along her spine had taken a lighter cast. brine worked its way into the bones of her, too, and now she carried the perfume of the sea wherever she went.

yet when strength returned to her spindly battered limbs, the wolf touched by divinity itself became an unstoppable force.

past any protests by her keeper or her speaker, the prophet took her leave in the pale glow of early dawn. she pressed into the depths of the druids' grove, and sought the eldritch berries tucked in clusters among twisted mossy trees and crowding greenery.

ghostly berries clutched like glittering sacred gems, the prophet followed the trail of @Nyra.