Dragoncrest Cliffs tanpèt lannwit

The children would be fine for the night on the thoughtstone, even when surrounded by waves that might thrash at the rock and spray them with cool water. She trusted the waters that would circle the stone, as if she believed that the spirits of Erzulie and Rosalyn would be taking the children into their embrace for the night.

As for the dreams, the lwa, she could only pray as she kept guard on the shore, that they would be benevolent. Many of them were kind, and could be appealed to in times of need. But there was always the chance that one of their children might be visited by a spirit darker than any other, and as she watched the children wade into the water, she couldn’t help but feel a twang of dread creep in and raise goosebumps on her skin.