Dragoncrest Cliffs The Devilll for my Hurt

an eagle. at first she could scarcely make sense of it, of what chacal was saying. but soon she must, and the grief must too lie banked down until they knew for sure.
mireille stepped into her role with a gentle commanding that drew her mother's eye to her. in the events of the moment, she could not smile nor fill with pride. but it was there, all the same — buried.
she drew a breath and nodded; erzulie turned back to chacal with a soft sound of affection. but she would not seek emotion, only resolution. 
her eyes continued to search.