Blackwater Islands bailando

the waters raged. high tide, and with it the isolation the druids had been cultivated upon; the bridge of souls was invisible to the eye now, impossible to cross unless one knew the way. without such knowledge, a wolf could be lost at sea forever. even with it, the journey was harsh and at times treacherous.

yet cerulean came nonetheless, bearing a gift from akashingo. a slight woman, introduced by the speaker as belen, former fellahin of akashingo. cerulean might have thought to explain more, had the listener not dismissed her. the prophet bade her rest; the journey had been long.

belen. tell me the role of a fellahin in akashingo, the prophet invited with a gesture of her muzzle to indicate that the girl should walk with her. they would tour the islands, and she would learn the scope of her new role.