Blackwater Islands Pure intention juxtaposed

tulok did not shy from her touch, and in his acceptance the listener felt the brilliance of the heavens; all the mysteries of the universe. the spirits trilled and fell into awed silence. in this sacred bond, she felt closer to completion than she knew was possible. there were pieces missing still, she knew.

she thought of the wispmother, who she had once believed to be one of those pieces, only to learn that she was not. like the keeper, her existence was interwoven with the listener's own. they could not be separated except through death... and in the next life, they would meet again.

the prophet shared a different bond with her speakers; one that could be torn away, burned, forgotten, replaced, yet as fierce and necessary as those she shared with the chosen. her own eyes closed, only fleetingly. for a long moment, silence reigned.

then she drew away. there was much to be done.

i have named the four smallest islands within the druids' claim; those unsuitable for habitation. they may yet prove useful in their own way. it would please me to show you these islands, if you have no pressing tasks to attend.

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