Blackwater Islands Who will breathe the earth we lost

morgra launched into merry assault against ingram's face as the druids conversed. the listener paid her no mind, accustomed by now to the antics of children. instead, her eyes traced the features of her keeper. the shift in his demeanor was noted.

i am their mother, but they have no father. instead, they have you, she explained gently, well aware of the weight she placed on his shoulders. it rested heavily on her own. you will walk by my side in this, as with all things. not as their father, but perhaps something like it; something like the bond that had existed between merrick and his night-pearl in those early days. but this bond, the listener prayed, would last forever.