tags for ref! anyone feel free to join <3
@Njord accompanied erzulie along the coast. she found herself standing warily before the gates ot the once-dragedan lands, palatial in their expanse of saltlicked stone. but she had entered. a tension gripped rusalka, one that felt altogether familiar, too familiar, hanging cloyingly in the air. where was
@Rosalyn?
she marched off at once to find her wife, cinnamontip ruff bristling with the indignant electricity sparkling among the sheaves of dragonrock, amid the crash of the cold waves below.
Rosalyn was avid in her attempts to lay claim best she could, but no longer tireless. She was asleep when Erzulie arrived as a result. The pirate had taken to walking the borders nights as well as days, between hunts, but had seen neither hide nor hair of the man or woman again.
Tempted to approach their borders with terms, she'd waited. Right now she was curled within the central cliffs, beneath a ledge, dreamlessly occupied.
skippable/cameo unless they wake her up!
WC: 76 (lol)
One post (potentially) from me for continuity :D He hasn't noticed Grim in her hiding place.
Dragoncrest's cliffs cut through the hazy marine layer like a blade. Waves boomed against the stone, fortified by tall pines nestled in outcroppings like watchful sentinels. It was, quite possibly, the most majestic place Njord had ever seen. He followed Erzulie closely up its harrowing corridors (trying his best to memorize this path as they went) to their new home.
The pair talked a bit on the way, mostly bringing Njord up to speed about Valravn and the bear, and Njord explaining island life on Meares to the South, but he could feel a tension… a preoccupation… as they grew nearer to the cliffs, and the islander fell silent. He trailed behind his cinnamon captain, fox red tail wagging excitedly.
As they moved into the heart of the territory, he could feel a shift in Erzulie. A seriousness. It reminded him of his mother.
“You must be tired of me, that was quite the road trip!” he told the leader with a laugh.
“I’ll leave you be and go explore a bit,” he suggested.
“Catch up later?” Should Erzulie agree, the boy would turn and head off into the woods, eager to see this claim Rusalka had staked.
When the red-tailed man finally left, only then did she gain the courage to step out. Following meekly so after Erzulie, she softly asked, "uhm, is he... Part of Rusalka?" Not that she minded, but a slight memory of Wintersbane came to be if he would be the same. Lately though, all that seemed to come to Rusalka were all but male, minus herself.
"Oh and.. Welcome back." Said, rather shyly, to the point she wanted someone to end her right there and then.
"He has a red tail.." She couldn't help but say out loud when her ruby-gaze watched him until he fully left the view, finding it not only enthralling, but a simple eye-catcher. She doesn't think she ever saw someone with such an exotic feature, some commented about the reapers own eyes, but she never met another like him.
"Kaertok brought me here when I got lost," Grímnismál admitted, albeit embarrassing, but thankful to the white wolf.