Blackwater Islands Anew

the listener was never far from her keeper, save those times the unnamed god called her away from the islands. his voice drew her near, eyes finding the figure lying prone upon the beach as he called to it.

another daywalker swept upon their shores.

the unnamed god has gifted the druids once again, the prophet intoned, bridget lurking among her thoughts as she gazed upon the gold and sand cast of the wolf. i have plans for this one, keeper. handle him gently.