Dragoncrest Cliffs Death of a Rose

regin had gone missing in it all. erzulie, buried in the work of keeping breath swelling the archangel's lungs, devoting herself to helpless repeated searches at the last edge she had found the girl's scent 
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not when the young and tortured woman regin had never called mother lay at last in peace.
but it was not the missing girl she found along the sharp edge;
it was the lifeless look of rosencrantz, his once-proud form still commanding in its now silent power.
brine in the corner of her mouth. would she ever cease weeping?
erzulie went to him, touched njord's cheek softly if he would allow. she had not been able to stop this, and the failure of it weighed upon the harlot's heart. 
glancing to the eyes that had only ever held loyalty for her, erzulie tilt back her head and sank down upon her haunches alongside the fallen archangel. rosalyn close, though she could not bear to look away from him now.
"he will always be a part of sapphique."