Dragoncrest Cliffs are plumes of pampas grass

Afterward, when everyone had settled from the news and the meeting tapered off and the others went off to do their own things, Sobo led @Mireille toward the river and the old Roja den.

He was silent and pensive for a time, collecting his thoughts in little piles in the corners of his mind only to sweep them away again and reorganize them. He always believed that when the time came for Rosalyn or Erzulie to step down, it would be Mireille who succeeded them. It was in her blood and in her mannerism. She was the obvious choice.

Not obvious enough, it seemed. At length he turned to study her face, wondering if she was disappointed at all by what had occurred. What do ya be t’inkin’?