Dragoncrest Cliffs dope shells

The Obsidian patiently explained her intentions—or, rather, Haunt’s—for the sealskin, prompting another and more comprehending, Oh.

The thought had never occurred to her, though now that Erzulie had presented it to her, Haunt could see the ingenuity of it. She wasn’t quite sure how it would work, though she knew she could figure out something.

That’s brilliant, she said appreciatively, thank you. Her pale tail waved, only to slow, still and drop.

I truthfully don’t really know, the yearling replied. It’s all sort of… muddled in my head. But other than my ear bothering me sometimes and the occasional phantom pain, I’m okay, she assured.

Speaking of her head made her wonder if she’d taken a hit during whatever accident had cost her her ear and paw. It wouldn’t be that first time. Haunt’s lips pursed when she recalled her knock of yore, which had led to her visions. These days, she rarely thought of Artemis and wrote off her sightings as delusions from a brain injury now healed.

Shaking off that errant thought, Haunt said, I think I’ll take this down to the caves to start working on it. Thanks again, Erzulie.