more than just this

The only half decent place she’d found around here was the island. A beautiful place in comparison to everything else she’s seen so far. Weaver had taken to the skies, hoping there weren’t dragons or horse eating birds or whatever in this place, and at least so far she hadn’t seen any. Flying was an easier way to figure out what this place had to offer, but so far, she’d mostly found water lands. Everything was surrounded by water. The Riptide Isles had whirlpool’s and the rainforest dropped off a cliff into the sea and everything else involved swimming to some hidden spot and she would be damned before she left raven on the other side to fend for himself. He was too weak to swim and even if he was healthy, the odds of him swimming were slim unless he really had to.
 
So she’d mostly hung out on the island. Perks of flying is it made it easier for her to get there, though sometimes she just couldn’t find the place like it had moved or just hidden itself. The place was beautiful though. The wildlife was relatively normal and didn’t look like it wanted to eat her. The food was delicious, sweet little fruits that tasted like candy. Even Raven perked up for the food there. Though not all that many horses seemed to hang out there, and she wanted to see how everyone was doing, maybe find some of the Basin. Certainly they could find somewhere to call their own. There had to be more to this place that just this, right?
 
She makes her way to the Isles, even though there’s not much there but the roar of the water nearby. Still, part of her wants to examine the damage the Helovian Gods did, wants to see what’s left behind. It seems important, in a way, to understand the damage that was done here, to at least have some vague concept of it. They would all have to learn about this place if they intended to actually survive it. She’d met one native, but certainly there were more, and certainly they weren’t pleased to have a bunch of strangers spit up into their home. Might as well try to make herself fit in as best she can. 

- weaver -

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@Mortuus Nox