Blackwater Islands secondsight

morgra's eyes met hers, startlingly clear and sharp in their awareness. a child with the soul of a druid. she represented the unnamed god's greatest gift: new life. she belonged to the listener, as they all did, but first they had belonged to their god.

the listener blinked at the faint pressure of a tiny paw against her muzzle. she nosed the girl's foot gently before her muzzle descended for an inspection, sniffing and snorting and nudging morgra in a manner that could have been called playful. if the young druid responded in kind, the listener would gently mouth her and allow her to wrestle with her muzzle. else she would set to grooming the girl.