Dragoncrest Cliffs negativity, we just dead it like d-con

alongside mireille, val’s cheeks darkened. he stared across the lake, wondering how many times erzulie might have done.

where was she now? in the sea, the air he breathed, the salt of his cheeks?

through that bitter sadness a light speared - val turned upon mireille. i will tell them of the time maman rescued me from a crab. did she know? so they can laugh at their uncle and grow a healthy respect of those creatures.