Blackwater Islands surreal

something pale swept in with the dark water as the tide withdrew, something wrought in a familiar shape. a wolf, the prophet saw as the distant figure fought onward, thrashing against the waves. a wolf like moonlit sands; a flash of scarlet there and gone again; a voice in a striking lilt, an unmistakable resemblance in it. only once had she heard a wolf speak in such a manner.

mireille of sapphique.

i am the listener, the prophet called out over the waters. and you have come here for mireille of sapphique.

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