Dragoncrest Cliffs We are painted with the fear that if the sea recedes, it never comes back...

erzulie was a firm believer in spirits, and her wife knew this to be true. she would also not be surprised when horror rolled through the obsidian's face, followed by grief and then the grudging specter of longing, of knowing. "she was not happy when she died, rosalyn," the woman ventured only moments before tears formed in her eyes.
the seawife tilted back her head and sighed.
"do you t'ink it is possible ...?" but her mate had always been the pragmatic sort. yet she also knew the salt and the path of a sailor.
"where would we even go, so late in de season an' wid young ones?"