Blackbeak Bluff lluvia

the swim across had nearly killed belen. she lay gasping like a small beached seal. eventually the girl lifted her head. no scent of the islands clung to her sodden pelt, and she scarcely recognized this shore. the acolyte gathered her paws beneath her. to practice pleasure-magick elsewhere was integral to her rise. and so she set off, stiffly at first, then more relaxed as she dried, thankful for the steady mainland beneath her paws.