Dragoncrest Cliffs ma lanmè

the door to the spirit-world had been open for a time after his brush with death beneath the waves. they'd called upon him in dreams—and sometimes even in waking moments—but had slipped away;

and now. . .the ancestors had not graced him with their presence in some time.

he'd hoped that returning to sapphique's territory would bring them back to him, since he'd spent so much time at the inland gathering. perhaps they saw it as a betrayal. but no—only silence following his comeback.

lafayette sat morosely upon the precipice of one of the shorter cliffs along the seashore, the drop to water just a few wolf-lengths down from where he stood. still, the waves churned against jagged, submerged rock; it was undoubtedly a dangerous plunge, should he take it.

but would they speak to him again, if so? high risk, high reward.

he wondered what @Lucette would think of it all.