Blackwater Islands the destroyer of nations

normally, they'd have balked at the gentle touch of a stranger's tongue to their muzzle. only their nightwife could touch them — but thistle cloud was soon for their realm ...though they remind themselves she did not call it the void. valhalla. the void. to the voidwalker, it was one and the same. if it offered her a small comfort before her next journey than the dreadfather endured it.

kindness was not normally in their repertoire but death could be frightening for many and as the reigning prince over the realm after death there was a strange sort of want to comfort those close to death.

go tall to valhalla, thistle cloud. the void awaits you goes unsaid as they watch her depart the islands, to, they are left to assume: her final resting place.