Dragoncrest Cliffs Still going, if only a vehicle for merino wool.

erzulie followed her patient. these days, she loathed very much to be far from her mate.
the words she had spoken to njord filled her mind insistently.
when the injured woman stopped, the obsidian stepped to her flank.
the frigid air bit at her but she did not respond.
heiðr spoke words the woman did not know in a language she had not heard before.
"she be de judge of us all," erzulie said reverently of the ocean.