Blackwater Islands Pure intention juxtaposed

tulok spoke, and the silence shattered under the weight of a million whispers as the spirits of the dead woke.

thank you.

and they shrieked.

the prophet stepped forth not of her own volition, but at the behest of the dead; their teeth in her fur, snagging, pulling. their breath at her ears, their song. its words were lost to her. she knew only the pull, the need. tulok had been brought to her. given to her.

the first speaker.

you are my speaker. my first, her voice, scarcely above a whisper. i chose you.

she reached out to touch his face, satinsoft. and i am yours, as you are mine.