Blackwater Islands the destroyer of nations

Thistle had not been a follower of Atka and Sos, though her mother had been of Atka if memory served, but she was old and it was long ago.

Thistle enjoyed this wolf at least for a time. He listened well. And she found she wished to say much but nothing came to her tongue. She allowed the silence to grow to swell, and yet it felt perfect for the two passing a moment in time.

Thistle lifted her head to feel the breeze, closing her eyes in ecstasy.

She spoke in a whisper, afraid to stir the air. I had never been to the sea before I came here and after i left i yearned for her greatly.

Thistle opened her eyes to meet his sea green ones. Well met dreadfather.