Blackwater Islands I won't unfold

bridget begins by apologizing, though cerulean doesn't understand why.  she glosses over bridget's clumsiness, offering her the space to get used to balancing.

she hums instead, offering a soft smile.  it's okay.  thank you.  it's good to meet you.  it had felt awkward to deliver her message to brecheliant without having spoken first.  oh?  i think you're looking for one of my sisters.  there are three of us, and we all look pretty much the same.  different enough you could tell them apart if you knew who they were, but same enough that their blood could not be questioned.  they are healers.  i'm the one who isn't.  but i am the one who delivered your message to brecheliant.

she pauses.  that's okay, though.  i travel often, and it would be good to train under you, in case anything happens while i am away.  she hoped she wouldn't succumb to some injury out in the wilds ... but she truly never knew what this life had in store.