Dragoncrest Cliffs to your love? sappho,

erzulie had not noticed the shy young healer and her reticent nature. her own focus was upon the lay of drageda — rusalka now, she reminded herself with a grim air — and how rosalyn had fiercely set about making the cliffside their own.
njord trailed at her hocks; the sound of his boyish voice halted her. "not at all, mon cher," came the lilt of her voice. "but yet. go an' take it all in." a grin she did not quite feel within her, rakish; she watched the young man pad off into the weald and set herself to locating her pirate.
her step more meandering now; she turned toward the sea, what glimpses of it caught between the pines for her; she breathed the salt tang of the air and wondered if truly now they would remain here. upwards and upward, traversing to where rosalyn lay sleeping, yet not discovering her yet, and one ear backtwitched for the sound of any pawsteps to follow.