Totoka River Keep running for the sink,

A voice comes, and it sends her searching.

Searching, searching, searching.

A scent was close, familiar but dulled by the water so close by and the salty sea. She howled once more, tired but clinging to the thought that this could be one of her followers of Blackwater. Who's there? The distress in her voice is clear when she calls out. She needs it to be a sibling or a cousin.

She wants it to be Nayavanti.