Dragoncrest Cliffs get outside

val recalled that day very well: he had fled, and with it came a lifetime of shame.

it would not change -- it likely never would. not his mother's love, not her approval, not her disapproval, not even her disdain would change this boy and his fear of the ocean. it was innate to him as blood -- it would die when he died.

he drew a long sigh, avoiding the directness of rosalyn's gaze. there was no use arguing, or even defending himself. he could not defend how a wolf born of the sea could have such a fear. perhaps it was as erzulie had once thought to herself: too much salt for the blood .

maybe i can be your mule instead. he murmured, eyes downcast as he grasped for a way out of having to force his fear. you can get the seaweed and pack it on my back - we can carry twice the amount home that way.