Dragoncrest Cliffs the ghost of cincinnati

"You will always have a welcome here," she recalled Erzulie's parting words hopefully. It was not the Obsidian who came to greet her today, but her wife. Haunt drew in a breath when the Tanzanite approached, the skies darkening considerably behind her. It was actually comforting, in a way, to be greeted by someone bearing so many of life's scars.

"Rosalyn," the yearling replied, bowing her pale head. "It's good to see you too," she said, though she kept her eyes respectfully averted. She saw the first few raindrops as they fell at the wolves' feet, dark spots spreading on the stony ground. "How are things here?"