Dragoncrest Cliffs are plumes of pampas grass

like the wind holding its breath.
mireille looked with admiration and interest at sobo. that the sea did not talk to him in the same way was of little account. he belonged to it the same as any of them. and she had faith it would one day speak to him in this manner.
"spirits we do not yet know. not ours. not ones our mot'ers know. i knew dey were t'ere but —"
if she could say this next to anyone it would be him —
"i was afraid to sense dem. even when de listener spoke i was afraid. perhaps it was only dark because i did not understand." nor did she wish to understand. the teachings of erzulie were enough.