Blackwater Islands bailando

the pharaoh's gift began to come undone, fine threads of vexation snapping and fraying at the edges of her carefully-woven composure. finally, her words failed to disappoint. the intensity of the listener's gaze eased on the still-damp belen, whose discomfort she finally chose to acknowledge.

good. your journey was long and difficult; i expect you will desire rest and food, and a space to call your own. none of the druids will disturb you. i will show you where these things can be found, but i must ask that you keep your own company until i seek you again.

if belen did not argue, the listener would lead her to a den-site she had once used for a transient of blackwater. a gentle sort of cave, a place of greenery and light where the mild burbling of the nearby stream and its adjoining waterfall reigned over the crashing of waves more often than not. a den chosen for one accustomed to a more forgiving terrain; even the forest near the cliffs grew tamer and less dense.

after she departed, the prophet would linger in the druids' grove to ensure her orders were obeyed. soon, she would seek belen again.

this can be faded unless belen has more to add or ask <33 i'll post a new thread for us as well since the listener will be returning soon.