Dragoncrest Cliffs dope shells

a howl, rising for she and her wife.
young haunt.
she wondered if the girl would seek to change her own name, as kaskae had done. a renewal of sorts. and the injury that had befallen the yearling — it was hard to bear. perhaps not so for haunt, but erzulie wished now that she had not been so easy as to allow haunt to go, before.
water beneath the bay —
a smile was on her face as she walked through the smallgrass to meet haunt, mintglow gaze falling to the glossy hides. "you have a trade, den," was her gentle praise after she had inspected the well-crafted otterpelts. 
"dese beasts evade even me." lips curving. "you do sapphique a good honor."