Porcupine Ridge luxuriant adonis is dying

erzulie fled the ridge of ravens.
whatever occurred, she had extricated herself from it. her body continued to simmer with heat despite the falling snow.
she looked back toward the coastline; she needed to go back. for rosalyn. for mireille. but the obsidian was exhausted, tangled and strained by her cycle.
she burrowed into a drift below a pine tree, seeking coolness and a short slumber.