Dragoncrest Cliffs and release me

In the next breath, Haunt intended to offer to hunt for Erzulie, a symbolic gesture to repay her for those scraps of fish. But the Obsidian waylaid this plan by making an offer of her own, implying Haunt should learn how to source prey from the sea. The youth glanced at the choppy gray waters thoughtfully, then turned back to Erzulie with a nod. Ideally, she hoped to learn how to hunt every type of prey but she was more than happy to focus where her new leader commanded.

When Erzulie began to walk, Haunt hastened to keep in step with her. She had never paid much attention to hierarchy in Legion, for a myriad of reasons, but she was more aware of it here, among strangers. Haunt made sure to keep her head even with Erzulie's shoulder, lowered along with her tail out of respect for the woman's station. And though she looked forward to wherever they were headed and what opportunities it would present, the young Beryl also found a different set of questions crossing her mind.

Hoping her escort wouldn't mind her voicing them, Haunt tentatively queried, "What does your title mean—Obsidian?" She was also curious about the ranks as a whole—her own rolled off the tongue sort of entertainingly—and whether they were very different from Legion's in structure as well as name.