Dragoncrest Cliffs you set me on fire

the sea-girl had feigned strength until she could no longer. fever consumed her. coraline knew no peace, no rest in spite of her long confinement among the quiet beauty of the bluepeace meadow. she knew pain; fear; loneliness. she came alive only when her family visited her, and spent the time between languishing in agonized purgatory.

she thought often of the druids. the listener. the islands.

today her mother came to her with remedies, but coraline's mind was elsewhere. she seemed almost unaware of erzulie's presence until her soft voice and touch startled her mind back into the present. maman, seaglass eyes drifted, finding the medicines her mother had brought her. i want to learn about herbs.