Dragoncrest Cliffs the girl on angel pavement

"ah, ah," erzulie warned, moving fluidly in a quest to press herself sidelong against the addled pale girl, urging her back from the edge with a low whine. "dat would not serve you," she sighed gently, though the harlot's own gaze tipped curiously over the side of the cliff, wondering what her ward had responded audibly to so suddenly.
something had come back to the sunlit eyes. such a young thing to be so devoid of a spark, and erzulie was glad to see it, if only for a moment. "come back, come back," she crooned singsong, stepping backward and seeking to draw the ghost with her, watching carefully to see if the life would persist or fade.