Blackwater Islands devour us

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the afternoon is sun is chased away by the thick scattering of the clouds; the sky painted a somber grey. ingram paces the shore, ears keen for any call of @The Listener, giving her some time alone with her children. they are growing quickly, sprouting like weeds, shaping into the wolves they would be in the future.

the keeper watches their progress with a soft paternal spark, despite that he is aware that is not the role he is to play in their lives.

presently, he sifts thru seaweed and froth covered jetsam and flotsam for trinkets to take back to them, to teach them how to use them how he communes with the spirits of commanders past — a bleed of his own culture; hoping that perhaps it might help them connect to the unnamed god.