Blackwater Islands The blood is rushing, but you're paralyzed

mireille listened. bridget seemed at ease with her time here. "sapphique be on de coas'line." the girl did not say more, not wanting to admit that she didn't know where she was, and didn't know which direction she would have to leave from here.
mireille only knew that she was leaving.
"what is — de list'ner. i met her." mireille paused. "she be very young. my age. but she be different." she eyed bridget. "why are de like dis?"
rough edges, but the child's curiosity was coming out now, and she was looking toward the red-masked woman for answers.