Dragoncrest Cliffs dope shells

"of course. i have fait' dat you will make it a good t'ing."
she was concerned that haunt did not remember. "if you have any recollections, come to me. we will unsnarl it toge'ter." it would be the choice of the pale huntress how best to interpret erzulie's word, her tone.
"mon plaisir," the obsidian purled softly. "come to me again, sometime."
the look she gave the young craftswoman was approving. the scourge of life had not affected haunt's pace. she was resilient in a deep and open way.