Dragoncrest Cliffs la sirene

without being there himself to see the spectres in Lafayette’s vision, it was impossible to know. val studied the face of his son for any fear, reading instead a tired resignation that made his heart ache.

i hope so too. his mind turned to an early memory, saved in an unseen place. his maman helping him gather seaweed, the light of the sea bouncing in her eye. his heart still carried her memory, and he wondered if in turn her spirit carried the thoughts of his son. it warmed him to think of her standing there now, guiding lafayette. perhaps it is a friend of your grandme, watching over you both. he tried to remember who else looked like chacal; there were many dark wolves to pass sapphique’s halls and it was impossible to know which for sure. could it be rosalyn instead, the shadows playing with her dark pelt? your grandme was a powerful woman. if you saw her, that can only be a good thing. she must be protecting you.

for a moment, val was impossibly sad.