Dragoncrest Cliffs as a wind in the mountains

jorunn had settled — perhaps too much — into the rhythm of sapphique. she spent her days scouting nearby or keeping an eye on rapidly growing children, all too eager to wander.

then she doted upon erzulie, cherished the companionship of rosalyn too.

njord had returned. the women had stayed at bay.

jorunn had felt joy for meerkat's ending sadness, but this had not been the expected result. she had not imagined the trusting man returning. alive, at least.

i have not seen his face either. she admitted between untangling salted hairs. but it is only wrong if you wish to see him and don't. her head now draped over a shoulder.