Dragoncrest Cliffs I hope you find your peace, falling on your knees, praying.

they would find her at the roja den, watching aminthe and quennell tumble and wrestle in the short-cropped grasses just outside.
when erzulie raised her eyes it was to see chacal first, the lovely young woman who had taken up the role of tanzanite. there was a child with her, a girl so red that at once avicus came to mind.
and the third —
she stood sharply.
"valravn," she breathed, and moved toward him until she had pulled the rugged boy into her arms. he was not so boyish now; he was a man, but in the eyes of his mother he was her child. the mintglow gaze was soft with unshed tears. "i did not t'ink i would be seein' you again, tigason," erzulie breathed.
a chuff to her little ones. the obsidian's eyes moved toward chacal again, and then rested with curiosity on the stranger.