Dragoncrest Cliffs idyll

Druid nodded again, feeling a bit like a puppet as she stepped after Erzulie. She struggled to catch her breath, the news having knocked the wind out of her. But their deliberate march toward the rise helped to ground her, as did Mireille’s mother’s decisive actions.

Erzulie’s remark finally stirred Druid to speak. She’s alive, she agreed, she has to be… She hadn’t lost Heda, not really, but Druid couldn’t bear the thought of two of her closest companions being taken from her in a manner. And the circumstances of Mireille’s disappearance were much darker than the situation with Heda.

I’m Druid, she remembered to say as they approached the rise. Mireille is my best friend.