Dragoncrest Cliffs On pathway to the stars

Erzulie's words would haunt him. That much he knew. The declaration of the fact that he had left behind children, whether he had known such or not. Some part of him had been left behind in his passing.

He wished he had buried the body before he had called.

If only to shield those near him from the haunting image of what had become of Merlin. No longer the bright man he had shared stories with.

The sea had washed him out like a smoothed stone.

Yet this was important too. For grief, for knowledge.

Even as his gut twisted with the called name. Eadwulf would not have been able to do the man justice had he handled the situation silently. He would not have known to pick the vista, or had anything deeply powerful to mumble to the deceased.

Please, He mumbled softly to Njord, a summons for help with the tasks. They could handle the moving and digging. Although he would not stop Erzulie from following along, he also knew that there were present lives that required her.