Blackbeak Bluff a riot of stars shaken from their station

her ears flicked at the unfamiliar word; mochof. "not to worry, helix," erzulie murmurs by way of accepting the gratitude of the drageda wolf. pondering the other's features for a moment, unsure of what next she might say, the harlot turned to face the direction of the seacliffs where the warriors made their home. "how long have you lived dere?"