Ravensblood Forest yon lanmè nwa

run, chani.
mireille registered little. pain wreathed through her, exacerbated by the chaos of her surroundings. fear rose in a gluttonous serpent, choking at her sense of self and space.
the obsidian vibrated with anger and sorrow, with anguish and a hateful boiling bellow that forced its way out of her lips and announced the birth of @Bastean.
it was unfair! it was unfair that these babes should not first taste sea air and be surrounded by the women of their family, by the generations that shaped sapphique — she would never allow them to forget who they were and from where they had come.