Dragoncrest Cliffs deity of scars

lost some. do not think more died.

and if they had, she had been too lost in her own healing to see it. hear of it. sobo and erzulie weighed over them all. the loss of rosalyn perhaps may as well have been another death, and yet jorunn held her heart close. willing the woman she loved to come home. she did not think she could lose both so close to one another.

but she was not inclined to speak these things to him. nor did she imagine he'd care about the woes of her mourning love life.

"what do he want, jorunn?"

stiffly her neck turned. eyes warmer upon the obsidian.

this is svalinn. saying he wants to help sapphique. val is a nephew of his. sapphique supposedly born from his mother's pack. she paused, wondering if the redhead might know more about that than jorunn did. the winding relations that predated her. but the sound calls to him and he waits there, even if he serves sapphique. says his mother is a tried-and-true siren.

she rolled the rabbit out from under her, towards the obsidian.

brought this too.