Blackwater Islands secondsight

Morgra liked to be clean, though she didn't understand the preference to its full extent yet. She was always cooperative during grooming. She liked the attention, too, of course. 

Her mother spoke and she was the sole focus of the tiny girl once more. There was the word used almost any time the listener spoke directly to future prophet. Soon, she would understand what it meant—it was a knowing within her soul. She would soon begin to understand her importance to the future of the druids, as well. 

For now, she hung on every one of her mother's words, desperate to understand them past her basic understanding of tone and feeling. 

Perfection—That word made her tiny little heart jump within her pale chest. She knew she must understand that before anything else, but she wished she knew why. 

Her puppy blue eyes were knowing and questioning as they remained glued to the listener. She was eager to hear more, to understand.