Dragoncrest Cliffs full heart, empty hands

the sight of the sea mother was unmistakeable. nor did she miss how she was still greeted with friendliness despite coming up empty.

erzulie, soft spoken with a lowering of her head. i didn’t find her in the taiga but ah — how wrong it suddenly felt to be empty handed yet come to the door and ask for shelter, ask for a home.

i do not want to be out there anymore. bitter men pepper the lands. her features might have crinkled into what could be considered amusement. if you have room or want for me…