Blackwater Islands devourer

lips licked.

ears turned toward him.

she was practically the image of a disciple at his feet, clinging to the words he spoke. yet they were empty, without value to her search. an iron guardian turned lonely sentry.

faces did not wait in the woods or shadows. he was not a man leading shadows.

something close to disappointment sagged in her stomach.

he proclaimed his need to move on from this haunt. to her. she does not know why.

where?

the string of unspoken words of wanting to know where she could find him.