Blackwater Islands you cannot petition the lord with prayer

have i done the god wrong?

no. no, her fierce whisper pierced the air, the will of the unnamed god ringing behind it. the prophet looked into the eyes of her follower, looked deep and saw the naked fear in her soul. fear of abandonment. of failure. you have done well, my most faithful. this is your gift.

you are one of the chosen, and your name will live on forever. your true name. the wispmother, bringer of life. matron of the druids.

she breathed, then, and drew close to the wispmother. there is no higher honor than to be chosen by the unnamed god. this is all that you deserve, beloved servant of god, and more. you stand at my side now. as speaker, she had been below the listener. under her command. but no more.

she had ascended.