There were small wooden platforms floating in the water all around the island. The once pure white and blue castle seemed to be dinged by purple which spoke to Walker as being the poison. Then looking to the distant shores, Walker could see tall figures working on small homes and huts. "Would you say that is normal for water elves?" They all looked at Alma for her opinion.
"No. Not at all." Her face was a muddle of emotions, worry benign the most prevalent. "They would not make floating boats of homes. That castle is the only thing that they had to brag about because it stores their knowledge on magic and has their most powerful elders living within. The rest would make homes under the waters so that they could be closer to the elemental mana they revere. Those boats can't be from normal activities."
