Blackwater Islands toreador

acolyte this, acolyte that. he was enormous, far larger than belen or anyone she had ever known. the man blotted out the sun and rumbled toward her in a voice so deep she could hardly hear what he was saying. "i am belen." she glimmered with a grin and turned a hip in his direction. "this land inspired me. i was remembering a song." was this man off-limits? she did not care; the akashingo fellahin would push the situation in her direction.