Blackwater Islands secondsight

the prophet's firstborn proved eager to use teeth she had yet to develop. the listener entertained morgra's toothy aspirations fondly, reminded of her own youth. aware that her child's liveliness would be all too ephemeral at this quiet hour, she remained gentle and obliging until morgra settled and allowed herself to be groomed. in this task, the listener was diligent; her children were kept pristine, as befitted their status as scions of divinity.

when she had finished, she began to speak.

morgra, the prophet whispered reverently, as she often did. she would know her name in time; they all would. i named you for the wispmother, she who gave you to me. she who gave me the greatest gift: perfection.

only time would tell if morgra would live up to her name, or create for herself a new legacy entirely.