Foggy Bottom Way long dark

The priestess was there; her back turned, dark furs rippling under the icy breeze. She studied the spectral waters in silence, lost herself in their livid colors. The shrouded falls, a place of spirits more than the ravine had ever been. Candle had always known this. She felt it now, felt the silverblue in her veins and the distant calling of something higher.

When the Cavetreader came to her, she closed her eyes. Brac. Candle opened her eyes and turned, pale gaze bright and dancing in the dark. Tell me where you've been and what you've done, she signed to him, leaving her joy at his return unspoken. She'd nearly thought him gone with the others.