Dragoncrest Cliffs o, weep for adonis!

a lesson to be learned.

she watched the ocean come to life. how its waves rose like the breathing chest of a woman. the way it seemed to beckon to her with its waving motions. but she had seen those calm moments, low tides where the ocean presented her gifts to the sea wolves.

she thought of the men she had had dalliances with. none had done the same as women always had for her, had they?

strong forces who cared for each other. gentle grooming, soft spoken words — and erzulie was right. even if the harshness of women presented itself, it always calmed. jorunn thought of that.

asmodeus had driven her to such an anger to take blood.

not once had jorunn ever done such.

i love the ocean, she whispered out on ragged breaths.

i have only met her but…she teaches me much. she has become a new home in these wild places. she is not wolf, but when i see her, i know.

she remembered what erzulie had said.

jorunn had not understood the salt waters until she had come here, and in these healing moments the salt water filled the cracks where her heart had become jaded.