Dragoncrest Cliffs to your love? sappho,

"'t'ank de salt for dat," erzulie breathed softly. she still was unsure what to make of the pale man who had so fiercely attended raleska since coming here. from a motherly sense, she was pleased that rusalka's melancholy daughter had found devotion in the northerner.
valravn remained missing. she would take rosencrantz, the harlot decided, go down the coastline again. for the last time, she supposed with a hard pang in her belly. 
and in another way, kaertok's loyalty to raleska spurred the vague notion of deposement that always took place in the back of her mind, since she had rosalyn had become sea-queens of the place once known as drageda. 
still, overall, she was pleased to know that the man was applying himself to the rest of sapphique. "what you be likin' about de place?" the harlot invited, turning her mismatched gaze upon grímnismál.
they spoke for some time, parting ways in a warm light.