Dragoncrest Cliffs the devil in the belfry

she presses against Erzulie, and gives Rosalyn a firm nod. the latter meets her gaze and there's the same glint in their eyes, the look of one touched by violence—received and given. it makes her feel a bit better, leaving them like this.

it's a worthy enough cause. and she will be back.

not wanting to let a second longer slip by, she turns and begins her journey toward the moonwoman's lair, shoulders stiff, ears swiveling to catch the sounds around her.

she will be back. at least someday.