Dragoncrest Cliffs ti gason pèdi

one by one they left. little by little they returned. chani had not come back. sobeille had never been seen again. mireille spent her mouthed prayers beside each grave, shedding bitter salt over that still-new earth beneath which val rested.
she did not blame lafayette for having been gone at all, and her stride was careful when she went to meet her tall son.
like tousaint, time had carved lafayette into some semblance of manfulness, though the red slender and those glowing seagem eyes bespoke a beauty that was not possessed by other men.
tousaint was much the same, her lovely boys who had come home when sapphique stood silent and bereaved. mindful of any step to jolt a delicate belly, mireille reached for her son, closing her eyes in the splendor of that wintertide afternoon.