Dragoncrest Cliffs avec amour

And with that utterance, the guilt and shame should have freed her, yet Coraline was left still with the horrific, staunch feeling. A feeling that twisted and slowly rooted within her.
She thinks of those wolves along the creek, and the regret broils, whispering and whole.
She forces her limbs to move, a hasty speedwalk somehow mixed with a drunken stumble. To see her mothers like this, her brother, buried— bile rushes her throat like a wave.
To Rosalyn first she crouches by where she thought her head might be; the packed dirt still a harsh contrast to the seagrass beside her. Mwen dezole, maman, her paw ghosts along the crumbling soil.
To Sobo; oh, Sobo, a soft cry that comes guttural. So young, they are so young, he was so young;
And to Erzulie does she finally drag herself to the side of with the hand of Mireille in tow, and next to her does she wail. The levee breaks yet again and, distantly, she hears the echo of sister sobbing with her. She wished to upturn the ground, to pull her from rest and wake her, to hug her one last time and she swore that for a fleeting moment she could smell her in the brine-air of the cliffside. Manmi!