Dragoncrest Cliffs is the fairest thing on the black earth,

their song can be anything! <3

chacal would not see the reason and role that the salt played within their lives, she suspected. and this confused erzulie, for her jackal had been created for it, brought to the shore as soon as she could walk. eternally, forever, had the waves shaped the lives first of rusalka and then sapphique; it had called them from plateau to moors. it had given much. it had taken regin;
oh, by now she had accepted it with a horrible grinding in her throat;
that her little daughter would not be coming back.
"soon you have a year, chacal," the obsidian mused. "i have not forgotten dat we will take a trip to where rusalka once lay. where you were born." a bit of plying; erzulie meant still to take this time with chacal, even with the tension between them.
because she had made her choice for the season, they would go after that time.
perhaps then she might see the passion of the bluedark brine, find worshipfulness in her heart for it.
a long pause, and then erzulie began to sing, a smattering of creole and french twisting together, one meant to be sung one way and the other another; piece by piece she began to sing the french portion, smiling softly, gently as she wondered if chacal would join in.