Dragoncrest Cliffs for me this and love for the sun

“You have it,” Erzulie assured her and Meerkat’s breath caught in her throat. She struggled against a fresh urge to cry, musing about the mention of postpartum weeping. Evidently, Meerkat suffered from the prenatal variety, although she thought she would feel just as emotional regardless of her hormones.

Clasping the Obsidian’s nearer paw, Meerkat could only breathe a quiet, Thank you. She wanted to say more, yet words did not come. She just hoped that Erzulie could pick up on the indescribable immensity of her gratitude.

That made her think of the gifted shark. She slipped her paw from the other woman’s to nudge it closer to her. You should eat. And rest. I’ll be by again soon. Every day, if you’ll let me.