Blackwater Islands thorn

mayfair.

the name meant nothing to her. but the tone of it told her there was power in it.

mayfair, the prophet repeated. she regarded him a moment. then she beckoned to him, turning for the spiritglade. whether he followed or not, she led.

when at last she came to her den and passed the threshold into the darkness, she turned to the mayfair man.

the newest druids, mere feet away.

you will take them. and you will raise them. you and your wife, her voice was cold. this is my price.

some powerplay, message me if it needs to be edited <3