Dragoncrest Cliffs and release me

her dreams were fraught again;
and in her blood she sensed a restless churn.
the singing drove erzulie out toward the water, and along the edge of drageda she walked —
yes, drageda, for it provided the harlot a dark pleasure to know that she and her wife had performed the last conquering, and built their oasis upon the crushed bones of their enemy.