Blackwater Islands the man with the umbrella

his words rumbled and churned like the depths of the sea.

in her heart she holds him as kin, for now. there is no reason to not look at him as such, she very well could have been spat back home on familiar shores and just not known it yet. the dark hid very much from her in these times.

whoever he is, kin or not, this is his island — and while she would not grovel at his feet, she moved with the respect of a subordinate.

do you have herbs?

perhaps he had a healer tucked away inland or a personal stash she might rummage through.

she imagined anything might come with a price.