Blackwater Islands moondust

the air was warm as night descended; as close to warm as the blackwater islands would ever get. crickets chirped endlessly, their calls reaching past the thrum of the waterfall as a thin, constant murmur. the listener woke to find herself with only a pair of children. the third, the darkest and most silent of the siblings, was gone. his trail was fresh.

unperturbed, the prophet followed @Ptolemy's trail to the mouth of the den, where the waterfall's spray lent the air a slight chill.

message me if the powerplay isn't okay <33