Dragoncrest Cliffs Don't Do Sadness

cinnamon ears took in the words of the boy with the red tail. from the sound of it, this watch was well-guarded in a fertile land. they would have no reason to descend from the place of ravens. after all, those who lived upon mountains rarely knew the way of the sea.
she suspected sagtannet had received their loud message.
"you remember a good number of details, njord," erzulie commented, arranging her limbs comfortably some short distance from them both. "it is good if sapphique ever needed any sort of ambassador." a sly, teasing smile that shifted between the boy and the archangel both. how even could one advertise the cliffs by the sea? their essence was too great to be held in speech, erzulie thought with pride to herself.