Dragoncrest Cliffs Sundown in the Paris of the Prairies

rosalyn.
her wife did not sleep and did not appear so much upon the borders. she had been attuned to her wife for years and now was no different.
it had been good to see reyes, but she did not expect chacal's call to float through the coastal twilight.
erzulie discovered rosalyn staring and chacal grown sinewy and beautiful, sea flowers nearby.
she nudged her mate and came forward, a smile glowing on her lips. "my beloved."
the obsidian reached to touch chacal, as if to assure herself that the girl standing before her selkie-wild and lovely indeed and truly existed.