Blackwater Islands is it just you and me in the wreckage of the world?

The response she got was nothing but a stare that could not be read and words with a tone as flat as the seastone’s that lay just outside. Pity. She would’ve enjoyed to have further reason to snap at him.

Lazuline. She gave her name with a click of her tongue. There, now don’t call me acolyte.

To his offer she grinded her teeth. My sister thinks so. She grumbled to the air more now than she did him. My sister’s a fool.

Lazuline threw her head over her shoulder and looked at the keeper from her peripheral. Have you met her?