Dragoncrest Cliffs a servant of wile-weaving aphrodite

jorunn found peace where anxiety had once been. there was no frenzy in her heart or mind when she found her place with erzulie and rosalyn. only love. large and blossoming in the summer breeze, eyes bouncing between the woman. occasionally quennell saw it fit to pester her, attempting a game of chase, and she nudged his rump for him to join his sister.

then there was a face who joined them. new to sapphique but familiar to jorunn. it appeared @Gunnar had come to join them. she smiled warmly to him as he carried gifts for the children.

everybody else would be looked upon fondly as well. tail in a steady pace of swaying behind her.

everything felt right.