Blackwater Islands incendiary

belen's heart raced. the listener offered her things she had never considered. to be a druid — she barely knew what a druid was. and the girl did not yet know that satsu had been killed. she pulled the queen's face to her mind, how the royal loveliness had been intemperate one moment and almost sad the next. but there was mercuriality here as well. belen knew enough to understand that the listener's youth could not be held against her. she was young and powerful and confident in her orders. and so she would have choices. she did not think she wanted them. it was far easier to follow. the thought of choosing exhausted her already. belen nodded, dipping her head in a smooth bow. "if i choose to have them, i wish to send one to akashingo when they are of age." she was negotiating. it was hardly fit for an acolyte. she tested.