Blackwater Islands Our love is like water; pinned down and abused for being strange

Morgra could feel the excitement in the air long before she heard her brother's call. She could hear whispers from the sea that promised this night would bring change to the druids. 

She stood at her brother's side when she arrived, her bright gaze dancing from one child to the next as she listened, then it flicked to the berries each would eat.

The sea would make them worthy of the listener's blood or it would take them. Morgra was eager to see who would meet them on the other side.