Blackwater Islands blur

the listener sought her executioner in the dead of night, searching first the whispering copse, then the druids' grove if her efforts bore no fruit. she knew by scent that he would be here this night; unlike many druids, he preferred to range far from blackwater. the prophet might have preferred otherwise, but the necessity of his scouting was not lost on her. for his role, he required knowledge of the lands.

@Alduin, she spoke when she came to him, eyes glimmering gold and indigo under the moonlight. i have a task for you. and perhaps hope for your future, as well.