Blackwater Islands the man with the umbrella

bright and sea eyed the stranger looks as if she had seen better days, as if the sea had battered her 'round without mercy. but she was alive and to the dreadfather, that was something.

the sea could snuff out life so very easily. the void had not sought to claim her and as she was spat upon their shores it seems only right that they be tasked with helping her ...even if their reasons are purely selfish.

the woman — thistle cloud — close to the void as she had been, had been their first companion since the druids had dispersed. slowly, at first and then gone all together.

the stranger chuffs back at them and they approach with a body language that shows they mean no harm but that this island is theirs and they are in charge here. can you walk? the dreadfather rumbles their question, trying to deduce best where to direct her: fresh water, food caches or what was left of medicinal stores. are you injured?