Dragoncrest Cliffs Brilliance

"i wanted dis to be a safe place," the harlot chose to say after letting a silence pass between she and merlin. it traveled and tapered until at last she must say something, and honesty was the bitter balm her tongue chose. and then a brief shame, that she should unload such woes onto the shoulders of someone so youthful.
she drew herself sharply out of it, tightened her posture, looked at at merlin with a wry tilt to her mouth. "so we must make it dat way." njord; she must seek out njord, and speak to him about the archangel.
a salted breeze rose; erzulie inhaled the tendrils of it and felt the ocean led its strength to her spirit.