Dragoncrest Cliffs the devil in the belfry

first Erzulie, then Rosalyn. Avicus takes a deep breath, bracing herself, knowing she is about to spill the most words she has in a very long time—perhaps ever, even from before her tongue's demise.

fren', she begins. her indigo eyes scan the horizon, then she pauses, nodding toward the distant mountains. a boy. have him. i. . .muh' geh' him backh.

the last word was difficult, but important. help him, Avicus says, and brings her muzzle sharply down to her own sternum, gesturing toward herself. i wih' be backh.

her gaze finds the two women, seeking, imploring. she is not asking for permission, only for understanding.

she will be back.

where else is there to go?