Dragoncrest Cliffs Lightning flash—

How strong Erzulie still appeared to be, despite so many losses. Sobo rumbled low in his throat and pressed his muzzle lightly to his mother's temple, turning with her as she walked on. For now, he was silent, turning his thoughts over and over in his mind and trying to make some sense of them.

Her two-toned gaze returned, and Sobo cleared his throat. I t'ink it be de loa, he shared. Dey showed me t'ings. Big waves. Sharp rocks. Still nothing concrete, but perhaps understanding would come with time. Wasn't that how these things worked?

In it, I be hearing Mireille wit' de wind. Callin' for me. If there had been other names, he could not recall it. Mireille's voice may have been borne by the loa to the others in their dreams as well. He was hopeful that he was not the only one, and simultaneously worried that he was not special enough to be the only one. Manman, I t'ink it be de sea dat took her. I t'ink she be somewhere where it be strong.

That encompassed the entire coast, though. Regretfully, he added, I do not know any more dan dat.