Dragoncrest Cliffs This island our prison, our home.

the contact sent a jarring vibration through erzulie, but she only laughed somewhat and blew air across suzu's little muzzle. "some birds be eatin' fish. ot'ers eat bugs. ot'ers eat meat." she did not like to think of them now, of seabirds with foul sharp beaks and a haunting eye.
she loved to be called granman; it settled erzulie in a way that little else did. "we eat birds, you know, ti fi dous mwen an." she smiled. "but i t'ink i would rat'er eat fish"
therein lay a great irony.
erzulie looked outward to the sea with a content sigh.