Dragoncrest Cliffs o, weep for adonis!

"let her be your healer an' your teacher. let her guide you." on impulse erzulie straightened, and with the air of a woman who has thrown off her garments, she strode confidently through the pines to where the land descended in preparation for the sea.
it spread dark and promising before she and jorunn. the salt was cold and the waves lapped the smooth shore. in their wake, even during winter, shells had washed up here. she did not look toward these.
erzulie waded into the shallows and looked toward her companion.
"let her shock you, jorunn."