Blackwater Islands incendiary

the cave was peaceful and dry. belen had slept like the dead and then eaten what was given. she had spent the last hours alternately dozing or exploring the immediate area, not straying far at all. when the listener arrived, the acolyte dipped her head in a polite bow. her glassblue eyes flickered once on the bone and then her attention belonged to the formal girl. a lesson. she was meant to be made a druid.