Dragoncrest Cliffs bittersweet, irresistible, a crawling beast

erzulie held her. better that meerkat make her peace with it now rather than hold onto the grief until it spiraled and burned everything into a harrowing regret.
she was silent, though her own eyes stung with tears. she was fond of njord, but in some ways she wished that meerkat had chosen a different way to become a mother. it would have saved her this, which was a goodly part of why sapphique held such a structure.
erzulie breathed. she sang a low song in old french.