Dragoncrest Cliffs are plumes of pampas grass

a loa masquerading as a wolf! mireille's eyes widened. she knew that the listening spirits could take any form they chose. 
she knew each dream but listened eagerly as if this were the first telling: the angered sea, foaming beneath the cliffs and a darkbloom sky. a voice, calling — had it been her voice? had he heard her thoughts?
"i never knew dey were dere eit'er," she admitted. it was almost as if her time there had opened her eyes to the things she had not before spotted on the horizon.
mireille shivered somewhat.
she shook her head in the next. "dey did not hurt me. dere were ot'ers, hurt as well. de druids gave all of us healing an' food. it was just —" she took a breath. "de sea be different dere. did you feel it? darker. more — grave."