Dragoncrest Cliffs fwi

the shoreline quieted. many of their young had gone to eresta or dispersed. those left behind were not old, but without numbers of youth, she heard the seabirds more clearly.
describing lazy circles in the ocean, mireille swam with erzulie's latent ease, dipping her head routinely beneath the surf as she honed her muscles more tightly.
a wave crested, and she headed into its curl.