Dragoncrest Cliffs dlo nan je

earth, freshly turned, and maman's blood.
mireille drew up into a tremulous height; "chacal!" and she ran to her sister, already weeping openly in the uneasy air of the sea cliffs.
for a long time she only crushed chacal against her, rocking back and forth with a low keening into the beautiful dark fur.
and sometime later she turned her head to see the darkness of soil dredged up for two new graves, and she cried harder, something cracking and almost bloody inside her.
she did not ask after erzulie, mireille wept upon she was hoarse and her soul was wrung of all the tears she could give for now.
"mama?" she asked of rosalyn, her tone no longer holding hope but desolation.
for now, poor val was forgotten, the only man living who held her respect in such a formative way.