Dragoncrest Cliffs Crash burn

erzulie had no answers for the grieving pair. she looked to the weary father, the feverish girl, her gaze expansive and sympathetic.
but she could offer more than sympathy.
the harlot stepped aside, again a silent urging; she would walk ahead of them as they moved toward her potions. when next njord went out, she would ask him to look for niamh, a policy she would not share with the agonized ones, lest he be unfruitful in his own search.
phox could mend here. alyx too, and perhaps they could be of comfort to one another beneath sapphique's banner.