Dragoncrest Cliffs Epitaph

Lilitu sat, shell-shocked, among the living.

She would receive. . .pearls? A blessing among these wolves, and for what? She had brought death upon them, death that struck down the two bodies that lay before the pack.

Her eyes were glassy, face blank. She watched the proceedings without discernible emotion, for she could not summon an emotion to reign supreme. All swirled within her, turbulent, vying for control. 

Grief—grief was the master here.

She looked around at these seawolves, wolves who'd lost mother, brother, sister, family. . .

Lilitu began to weep, then, chest heaving and tears rolling hard and fast down her cheeks. Mea culpa. . . And it didn't stop. She wept for Erzulie, her savior; for Sobo, unknown;

For those she'd affected (all of them!);

For herself.

For this pack.

Mea maxima culpa.