Dragoncrest Cliffs I hope you find your peace, falling on your knees, praying.

erzulie was fully present as chacal informed her in the musical way that her daughter had always touted. indra was disturbed, then, and had not spoken where she had come from. and val was home, val was home. unable to keep herself from granting the prodigal boy a relieved smile, the obsidian now turned her attention upon the red child.
"indra," she said softly, hoping to catch the girl's attention. "dis be a safe place." erzulie offered a reassuring wave of her tail, then gestured to the young children playing just beyond.
"dat be your brot'er, quennell," she said softly to val, "an' your sister, aminthe."
how she wished she could name regin among them also.
"i t'ink maybe indra stays here wid me, if dat be all right," she murmured to their guest and to her children. "i have medicine to help you sleep witout dreams."
she recognized shock and trauma in the young wolf. indra should be kept under watch.