Dragoncrest Cliffs merry of soul, she sailed on a day

jorunn wondered, however briefly, if she might be an ambassador too. she had spent her youth in a nomadic group roaming a mountainside and meeting others wherever they went.

she had attempted such here too until she had been bittered by lone men.

she welcomed the question to distract her thoughts.

her mireille was missing. i look for her in the taiga so that erzulie may come home and rest—

jorunn easily recalled the tired, frazzled state of erzulie. how she had left the seamother with gifts before they had parted ways.

then i find myself very angry, soured by mean men. i come to sapphique and erzulie welcomed me home, even if i did not find her mireille.