Dragoncrest Cliffs the city in the sea

erzulie's two-toned state drifted over the younger as she spoke, stammering, struggling out words. the girl would need attention if she was to survive; sending her off down the beach would be a death sentence, and letting her die here was cruel.
in another moment, it had been she and rosalyn here, begging for help after the bear's attack. ironsea sundered, and drageda unwilling to take them in.
the dragon wolves had failed for good reason.
erzulie would not continue it forward.
a grim nod to show she had heard. 
"can you stand?" the obsidian inquired, though this time her voice was minutely less cold, if somewhat resigned.