Blackbeak Bluff a riot of stars shaken from their station

set for tomorrow at dawn. tag for visibility <3

while @Rosalyn rested, the jezebel moved foxlike among the grassblades, and then came down the seawind upon her. the birds scattered at the sight of her honeycream withers; erzulie let out her breath in an annoyed huff. the fowl here were mainly adults, capable winged beasts who had no eggs to protect, not so late in the season. their hale and swift nature were making short work of the harlot's already flagging speed, and soon erzulie chose to end her fruitless questing.
the tarblue expanse of dark water far below her spread into gold as the sun began its climb into the heavens. the frigid winds promising ice in their cold throats played 'round her fur as she stared almost unseeingly toward the dawn, for a moment thinking it would not truly arrive.