Dragoncrest Cliffs Wisenheimer

Merlin was glad that he was not required to come up with more topics to keep the conversation going - it was easier to follow requests. And following Erzulie down the slippery path to the shores was the easiest one to get around. He was far from graceful, when he made his way down. You cannot have one's mind taken totally over by truly astounding woman and focus on, where you put your feet. He fumbled, he tripped, he brushed against the stone walls and merely avoided his skull being bashed in one more time by a piece of rock poking out in the path. The only consolation to his rapidly crumbling self-esteem was the fact that the object of his adoration and love was walking ahead of him not from behind and therefore did not see all his failures. 

He had imagined that Erzulie would simply stop at the water's edge and watch the grand landscape before her and he was proven to be wrong. Much to his astonishment, she slipped in the icy water, as if it was nothing at all. Was he expected to follow? Her expectant glance over her shoulder suggested - yes he was. Unwillingly he moved forward and forward, stepped in the water, winced, clenched his teeth, closed his eyes, moved onward and onward and then all of a sudden he lost his footing and found himself completely submerged in the slush that saltwater and sands were. Scrambling, spluttering and panicked he paddled his way back to the shore, where he stood shaking the excess wet from his fur and coughing. The utter embarrassement was just to come.