Dragoncrest Cliffs Crash burn

alyx soon appeared, and erzulie did not look toward phox this time, but the girl. a swearing murmur beneath her tongue, the obsidian stepped forward to offer a bit of support for the yearling.
niamh, run off. an exhausted father who had turned up upon their borders only to find his daughter ill, and naught to answer but the regretful shake of erzulie's head.
that yuelong still reigned irked the woman.
"she has not come here," the harlot said softly, though her attention was upon reticent and now illworthy alyx. "please come inside, phox," she invited, stepping back. niamh was her kin and alyx her responsibility. she would take them both to her medicines, and offered only an arch of her brow before turning. "rest some."