Dragoncrest Cliffs now, I shall sing these songs

erzulie nodded understandingly. there was no anger in her for njord's rejection. his body belonged to himself. but she could not help the vague disappointment; its root was in her own body and unsurety about what the year might bring. she did not want to find another man.
if allowed, the obsidian reached out to cover the redtail's paw with her own.
njord was coming to the point of sapphique where men could not always tread.
"you gave us a gift," she said, amending his own words for her response. "i do not want you to be lonely."
she sighed.
there was no one here for him to court. but her eyes were warm. "when dis time comes, you have my blessing. an' — if it is somet'ing dat can only happen if you leave us, i understand."