IkuSaari

A young healer woman sets sail to kill her enemies and steal the heart of the prince her rival desires. She encounters deadrousers, cannibals and lunatics as she hunts for epic treasures and love. She finds out she can be everything she wants to be: a doctor and a healer of thieves, a lover and an impressively rich spirit aunt, but the price she has to pay will be paid in blood. 

Serenica Ingram is a brave witch in her twenties. She would do anything to be even better at healing. Mariana Kinley, a witch-hating witch and a ruthless businesswoman, doesn't like competition and drives Serenica out of her home. She joins the pirate crew of the necromancer, Captain Spade. 

The city of Neul that Serenica calls home is a hostile and degenerate place, ripe with rich merchants and homeless witches, but the mythical island of outlaws, Aja Vana, is even stranger. The western islands are populated by outcasts and Serenica would do anything to avoid them. 

Becoming a rich and respected pirate healer isn't easy, especially with both other witches and royals wanting Serenica dead. She has to sail to the ends of the known world just to get her stolen property back, and even harder will be to catch the eye of the Dreamer, the fair prince whom Kinley also desires, while fulfilling the promise to kill a king.

WARNING: s*icide mentions, very mild cursing, violence, blood so please use caution when reading.

discord link finally. it's an actual functioning server afaik: https://discord.gg/tmeZKG5dqT

Water Belongs to the Dead: Heart of the Witch

She had one final night in Neul before having to ride towards the institute. She held her obsidian in her hands. It had been collecting dust on her bedside table for a while now. She wanted to meet the Dreamer, but he hadn't answered her calls.

Once she fell asleep, she found herself on the Ruby Hills, near the manor that had once belonged to her worst enemy.

Serenica stepped inside the manor. She knew it was but a dream, but she was still amazed by what she saw. Everything had changed.

Where there had been minimal decorations and dull paintings, there were now elaborate, colorful tapestries and little sparkling objects that took geometrically complex forms – she had never seen such shapes before. Music was playing in the hall. A violinist and a percussionist were having a good time, coordinating their playing together and smiling as they played.

White and Turquoise