Dragoncrest Cliffs and release me

Whatever she'd expected, it wasn't such a descriptively elaborate explanation. Haunt's ears twitched as she took in the words, doing her best to pair them with mental images with a limited frame of reference. She only had a vague notion about what an island entailed, much less one full of cracks and on fire. But she could understand the reference to a rock, even though she'd never known there was more than one kind until this moment.

And what did a rock have to do with the sea—with honoring the sea? Before Haunt could ask, Erzulie pointed out said sea. Yellow eyes blinked as she gazed outward and realized, after a moment, that there had been an extra letter at the end of the word. Apparently, a seal was an animal, the likes of which Haunt had never seen before.

She stared openly, studying it from afar. "Where," the youth couldn't help but wonder aloud, "are its legs?"