Dragoncrest Cliffs but you hate the very thought of me, atthis,

another year. another cycle. and now sapphique came to its time of rebirth, robust with a mix of older and younger generations.
another day. another hour that rosalyn was still with her.
erzulie swam easily along the cold coast, eyes closed as she let kelp lazily touch her with its cold brush.
the sea gave her serenity.