Dragoncrest Cliffs than the war-chariots of the lydians or

last for me, PPing mireille <3

in this time of knowing haunt, erzulie would watch her walk away three times.
and not once did she seek correction or knowing in the matter. the yearling carried some pain inside her, and one that would not be cured by seaside air.
"dis be true, sobo," erzulie murmured; she caught the rabbit up in her jaws and tossed it some feet before them, hoping to encourage them to play.
mireille darted forward first, though she did not bite the thing. "it is ugly," the girl declared, fired by hunger all the same.
out to sea, a long fin rose from the water and traveled steadily westward.