Sunspire Mountains san lespri

she is somewhere in between firefly ravine and raven's watch

mireille gasped awake.
the river had been unforgiving.
the sea-child vomited water, too weak to stand and avoid the scent of her own acrid stomach.
sun and darkness and endless buffeting waves.
her body again jerked, rebelling against the amount of the river that she had swallowed.
the girl drew a shuddering breath. the sun was falling once more.
the moon felt like a raven's eye.
she lay half in and half out of the icy water, fearing that her mother had been right, fearing that even now the loa came for her soul.