Blackwater Islands devour us

the young morgra is the one to greet the keeper; her presence brings with it soft surprise; swallowing any paternal desire he might have to chide her for sneaking out. she is young and curious and so long as she was in his presence: she would be safe. despite his slight reservations, ingram relaxes, greeting her with a soft chuff of affection, bowing his head down to her level to observe her.

play?

he watches as she makes a big splash in the water. be mindful of the stronger tide, morgra, comes his soft warning. though he could swim well enough, it makes him nervous having her so close to the greedy grasp of the sea. so long as she stayed up of him: where the licking strength of the waves receeded: he would not worry so much.

another wave rolls in and though ingram had never been a very playful child — a lack of playfulness he attributed solely to the spirit of wanlida — he entertains morgra now by making his own splash in the wave.