Raegan thought of the kelpie and its river-green skin and its self-importance, and wondered why her very first call had summoned not just any kelpie, but an important one. A warrior, a source of wisdom, one that could feel Fate’s tendrils down its back. A being that could look at Raegan and say, definitively, clearly, without a shred of doubt in its lucid black eyes, that she was Gods-touched.
I mean.. all of this is giving blessed lol
