Blackwater Islands soldado

though the sea was different than the woodland ingram had been born to, the dreadfather felt no foreignness in it. it reminds them of the void; always churning and full of secrets hiding within its abyss. but as the days pass, it is harder to separate the two, harder to distinguish whose memory was who's. it no longer mattered. they were one and these islands? the sea? it is home. it is home because their nightwife has claimed it as so.

the acolyte upon the beach draws the dreadfather's seaglass gaze. the earthen pelaged woman is small, waif-like.

acolyte. the dreadfather greets with a low chuff; their ...disappointment in ingram's lack of socialization displaying in their attempt to learn for themselves and not rely solely upon their nightwife's word.