Dragoncrest Cliffs but i say it is what one loves

truth be told, val might have forgiven his parents sooner for their grand idea to host a race in the singular thing he was most terrified of -- if he had not witnessed merlin nearly drown.

that, it seemed, was the figurative nail in the coffin for the boy who dreamt well and often of his death by sea. he'd already decided when and if he forgave his parents, that he would be more gracious than they deserved. in many ways, the boy was still a child.

he'd spent the last hour or so studying the birds on the slope when he heard his maman behind him. he turned, eyes bright and a smile right at hand -- until he remembered he was supposed to be mad at both. scowling, the boy tucked away his cheery expression and regarded erzulie with an unusually cool reception.