Dragoncrest Cliffs and release me

erzulie had long led, and so noticed to herself the polite way that haunt moved alongside her, deferential in her care. it was something to be admired, she decided. her mannerliness had shown through since she had come awake, and for the second time erzulie wondered after this mother.
"obsidian be a rock pulled from the islands that breathe fire," she explained. "i know it sounds very fantastic, an' i have never seen them myself, but sometime de groun' in such places shake wid force." how long had it been since the earth had quaked here? she could not recall, so much had gone on. "when de eart' cracks, deep below fire runs, an' it spills out. it leaves behind such t'ings as obsidian."
"all of de ranks be dis way. rosalyn an' i wished sapphique to be a place dat honors de sea in all ways." they had come to the shoreline; she drew up, mismatched eyes searching along the floating ice until she saw a small spot that grew larger as their approach was made. "dat is a seal."