Dragoncrest Cliffs the girl on angel pavement

If she registered Erzulie's words, she made no indication. She just gazed unseeingly at the horizon, gray with winter and growing darker. The wind picked up, lashing like a whip now. Although her eyes remained dim, Haunt shivered at its bite. Her teeth began to chatter.

Then she suddenly grew still and life sprang into her yellow eyes. She blinked once, slowly, the muscles in her neck audibly creaking with tension as she leaned out over the edge of the cliff as if straining to see something in the distance. Indeed, a figure galloped along the crests of the waves, her antlered head thrown back as she dashed toward the shore, toward Haunt.

The closer she came, the more Haunt leaned. When the apparition came close enough to vanish into the shadow of the cliffs directly below, Haunt unthinkingly braced both forelegs on the stony lip as if preparing for a swan dive into the sea.