Blackwater Islands Of whit and measure

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with their nightwife emerged from her isolation, the dreadfather returns to their patrols with renewed vigor. faith in @The Listener has always been strong, but now it feels stronger yet. somehow. impossibly. they would rebuild; together. druids would come back or new ones would find their way to them. if there was one thing the dreadfather is certain of: it is this.

the void does not lie and that was the largest lesson their isolation within the voidworld for centuries had taught them.

the whispers of its inhabitants were prophecies: threadlings of irrevocable truth.

a stranger's form catches their attention on the shore: littered with seaweed, frothing seafoam, and debris — even small crabs that scuttled to and fro: though whether they were trying to return to or escape the sea's greedy waves the dreadfather could not be sure.

nevertheless, their attention did not linger upon such trivial things.

a low chuff was given to garner the stranger's attention.