Blackwater Islands let gods consume us

though circumstance cleaved the listener to her duties, seldom allowing her time to indulge in luxuries such as exploring the hobbies of her druids, she had not failed to note ingram's practice of reading bones. that he had taken it upon himself to learn the trade boded well. he was a true druid, a follower of the old ways though they were all still young and ignorant and forced to grope in the dark for obliging spirits to return these traditions to the land of the living.

tell me what you see, the prophet beckoned as she swept to his side, allowing distance between herself and ingram's treasured bones out of respect. her keeper had always been possessive. they were one, him bound to her orbit forever, and all that was his would always be hers as well, but some things she allowed him to keep for himself though it was not the way of things. her keeper would perhaps always be her true weakness, her true curse.

i thought it would be nice to write one more thread together before their big drama <33