Dragoncrest Cliffs a woman young and old

The girl was quick to shake her head the moment the offer was extended. I- Hiccup. I don’t wish to impose more than I have al-already. Her teeth chattered again, nervous as well as cold. She wanted to insist, but the motherwolf warned her of salt poisoning and her heart leaped with fear. It sounded serious; to refuse could mean a long suffering, if not death. Oh… Her voice was small, barely audible. Hiccup.

I… I would like to stay… please, she croaked. Saying these words brought forth a rush of relief she wasn’t expecting.

Dog-tired, the sea’s pale refuse lapped up what was left on the moss, cooling the flames in her throat and quelling her hiccups. She looked up at the red wolf when she spoke again. My name is Ch-Cherub’s Wing of Honor. It was much longer than the offered names of the two Good Samaritans, but she had come to expect that since leaving The Isle of Cranes. Thank you, th-thank you, Mireille… Erzulie.

Even half-drowned, she would express her gratitude, and the girl knew better than to let a debt go unpaid.

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