Dragoncrest Cliffs Blue Skies Over Our Land

njord had gone.
haunt had begged.
erzulie had given.
she had not ceased holding the girl. erzulie was not considering how she might admit what she had done — not even to rosalyn. if there were ever a pair of ears which might understand, they belonged to her wife.
but the obsidian was beyond words. her throat had hoarsened. her eyes had run dry.
the sound of pawsteps outside the den forced erzulie to recollect herself swiftly.
but she was not ready to let go of haunt, not yet, and so she did not call or answer. she scarcely breathed.