Dragoncrest Cliffs dead men tell no tales

something was —
chani urged the strange woman to safety. shadess watched the shadows. reaching her consciousness into the atmosphere, mireille knew others were close; her sons; her sister.
hackles bristled. "we should hurry," was all the obsidian managed before shouts broke the gloom of the winter night.
men, shouting. raging. invading. mireille felt her gorge rise, as much for her recently thickening waistline as with anger. but if the rotten interlopers thought sapphique full of fawning women, another thing was coming.
however — her daughter was another matter. she did not know what might be done to a girl, and she feared for her sons in a different way.
was this woman involved?
"shadess. kouri al jwenn frè w lafayette. kache andeyò peyi ou." she expected that her daughter would wish to fight, but these were men, and only seconds to spare — mireille would not be rounded up, and flashed toward the captain with teeth ready to tear his face, attempting to trample the woman in her bullrush.
erzulie had made a sacrifice. mireille was willing to make another.