Dragoncrest Cliffs This island our prison, our home.

requiem had not come home.
she had thought him lost but it still brought great pain to see that he truly was gone. erzulie felt set adrift, as much as she had felt after scarab and regin and val, scattered; sundered.
she took up the trail of her granddaughter, feeling a hitch in her hip as the cold air of the sea set into her traveling pelt. 
erzulie heard the shouting of a gull; she drew closer, spotting suzu ahead. the sight of the great bird, despite the fact it was not a taloned fowl, enraged the ruby.
she hurried along, prepared to end with teeth; good that she drew up, noting that the animal was trapped and the child meant to free her. 
erzulie was silent as she started to help, keeping an eye on them both.