Dragoncrest Cliffs we’ll go to a place that is safe from greed, anger, and boredom

hyacinth had never called for her in such a way before.
erzulie looked sharply up from where she had been watching a dark fin dart through the water, far below her perch among the cliffs. and then a glance around for her growing, gangly, running children. the obsidian soon coursed along coraline's trail after the fact, spice-hue legs carrying her with a seawolf's rangy gait down to where a small crowd had gathered.
first the thin scream of one child, and then that of her own child; erzulie growled as she arrived among them, offering a brush to coraline and then another to sobbing hermes;
two-toned eyes flicked forward then, widening with horror at the sea-stained body of a girl, eyes wide and drowned in her sable face. the healer let out a ragged breath, inching forward to investigate with a sniff.
she could scent nothing beyond the sea, and this terrified erzulie with a deep wrench more than she would admit.
"come away, far away," she urged them, voice taking the tone of an order. she would lead them a fair distance from the body and then turn back.
already in her mind the swift quickening thought that her girl and his son, and the both of them, had been exposed to a deleterious, invisible rot. but she did not want to frighten them. "we should bury her," she murmured to hyacinth, though she was disinclined to do anything until her wife and the others arrived. mismatched eyes searched them all. "are you all right?"