Dragoncrest Cliffs riptide

there was something in lucette's gaze that hit him straight in the solar plexus.

he'd loved her, always. feared her, sometimes. but this? this was different—and he could not comprehend what exactly he saw in those mirror-image eyes.

it was fleeting, and she spoke his name with softness—but it had existed, if just for a moment. and he couldn't get it out of his mind.

lafayette moved to support her alongside shadess, and the two ferried their sister to the roja den. 

one day, maybe, he'd ask her. what exactly had he seen?

for now, he was silent, sending up prayers for her return, marveling that in a time of such great loss, the spirits still saw fit to give them at least one great blessing.