Black Morass star

it was what she had vowed to do. now to hear it whispered so sweetly from the lips of such an esteemed? she only smiled demurely and offered a bow of her head. thank you, genuine even if she barely whispered the words.

the touch, brief but binding. she would remember it fondly. she would think of it in cold moments surely.

i wish to make a garden in their name. such a thing will supply our healers, too. rituals if we have those, as well. but it was approval and guidance she sought now from the mother.