Dragoncrest Cliffs avec amour

coraline's face crumbled, her joy shattering; mireille hated to be the one to say it. but such bandages must be ripped from mother wounds. she gathered her sister close with a glistening thrum to her throat. "maman erzulie an' sobo died de beginnin' of de year," she murmured. "winter."
almost a year without them.
"maman rosalyn passed on t'ree mont's ago," mireille continued, a heaviness clinging to her. "she could not be away from her wife, you know."
all of the obsidian hurt, and now for a silent moment she stood only in communion with her sister.