Dragoncrest Cliffs a study in metal and glass

raleska.
her wife had told her of haunt's prognosis for sapphique. it was erzulie's feeling that there were no other places to go, to claim with young children on the cusp of winter. she was willing to scout the mountain where sagtannet had once resided, but no more than that.
the cliffs were theirs.
and so it was not surprising to hear the young huntress' voice rising again, and it was not so to hear the words haunt spoke, when the obsidian drew closer.
"you been t'rough a lot, girl," erzulie said affectionately. had the alabaster young woman ever settled after losing her mother, her brother, and a paw to this world? "sapphique been blessed to have you." now her own eyes were wet, and she invited the hangdog child into her embrace for a time.
"i t'ink you should go back to de lan' of your birt'. start there. start again, haunt. dat is what i want, for you to tend yourself. even if it is far from dese shores. from us."