Porcupine Ridge the abyss leers in hissing ruts

out of order but sliding in

Finally she arrived upon the familiar form of Erzulie.  The other, while also familiar, was decidedly less welcome.  Rosalyn recognized her instantly as the woman she had spared from Raleska's fangs that day.  That she still held no regrets did not mean she was elated to run across her again.  She'd have been happier to know they'd all just disappeared with the cliffs.

Their conversation was muted and polite, though, and she had no desire to change this.  She prowled in and came to stand along her wife, behind, while her single eye turned to Andraste.  She kept silent, but her presence would be enough to deter should anything shift.  She trusted nothing and no one at this point.