Dragoncrest Cliffs the girl on angel pavement

grief had aged erzulie into something hard and golden and timeless. it was this mask that appeared over the edge of the stone, and it was the still hollow mismatched gaze that saw the staring yellow eyes.
the girl had never spoken. barely stirred from her long and silent lapses. erzulie hobbled closer now with a faint cluck of her tongue, dropping a a salt fish between her paws and tearing flesh into a small pile she pushed toward the pale child.
"eat, cher." even though she had not. even though she could not.
erzulie's turn to stare off into the bleak expanse.