Ankyra Sound Breakin' is easy and hope is hard

wounded as the sylph was, it did not stop her daily excursions into the forest -- to collect moss for @Lucca to tend to their healed, or plants erzulie instructed her to find. a cry had caused her to pause from her examination of a lichen-crusted trunk, her ears (or one, since half was truly chewed beyond recognition) alert.

the sylph tensed, snaking through the underbrush until she came across the form of a well-known yet battered comrade. her fur lifted, wondering if this was a trap sprung by drageda's hounds -- but there were none save for her and rosalyn present.

if caiaphas was made ugly by her wounds, rosalyn was destroyed by them -- her limb appeared in rough shape, yet salvageable, and her eye lost to the drageda curs. she stood close, throwing her head back in a howl for erzulie -- and lucca, should he come.