Blackwater Islands grommetik

Overcome by a fit of melancholy, the Speaker had retired to the centermost of the three dens left abandoned on the island of the Speakers, the Whispering Copse. Days of work had exhausted Kerosene, but more tragic and perhaps more pressing was the weight of their parents' absence. The future of Blackwater belonged to a bunch of yearling siblings — and who wouldn't be afraid of that?

Kerosene trusted their Listener, of course. Visala would see them through. Yet they worried for the cost of demanding such strength from their prophet. Would it be worth her health, her sanity, in the end?

Their parents must have thought so.

It plagued them.