Dragoncrest Cliffs The ground, it started shaking

jorunn had not been here long, she had not known these wolves with such deepness even if she did hold such fondness for them.

still the news sunk like a stone. rosalyn; the stone cut woman, the wife of erzulie, no longer captain. her thoughts muddled — or as the former captain had so put, seagull's shit.

the granite would not weep or ask questions. only sit in her understanding silence as her gaze fluttered around those who were here and eventually a lingering look of kindness to erzulie.