Dragoncrest Cliffs Gleypa

she cried, but she did not let it consume her.

tears blurred her vision as she rounded children with the obsidian for a moment. ushered them off with her where they would be safest, where the bear would not reach them with teeth and claws.

there could be no time for kisses or hugs or well wishes. off they must be with the fiery obsidian as their beacon.

then she turned to the sounds of chacal and erzulie. consumed further by her grief.

she threw herself into the fray with them. small and wisp like. she could deliver no grand punches or blowing feats! she could only be on the swift feet of a scout, to dance and distract when needed. she waited for teeth and claws.

she waited for a blow as grand as a tsunami.