Dragoncrest Cliffs come into the jam or look like a landlubber

erzulie had barely spoken since the bear had been slain. raleska had already been dead by then, and kaertok had sacrificed himself to her memory. now rosencrantz bled, burning with fever, and she was not certain he would keep earthside.
a breath swelling her flanks, faltering into a sob. the salt wind brought with it the knowledge that valravn bled, and she looked solemnly at the boy who had returned. 
and then the tears were returning; the tears that had come and gone silently as they had worked and now she stood with dirt-caked limbs and looked despairingly at the mound of cliffdust that interred raleska and kaertok. 
sapphique and its first grave.
when rosalyn embraced her, erzulie was stirred from her reverie. she glanced after her wife and then back to valravn; touching his shoulder with a spare breath and turning upon her heel to slowly traipse in the direction the pirate had gone.
unmoored, emptied and filled again with grief.