Dragoncrest Cliffs Brief and fleeting

The cliffs filled with invalids. Women shortened with the season and the tension of the bear. Njord stalked the land in a way that made the pirate think even less of him, if that were possible. These were not his shores to keep - and he was there only by the grace of his mate and her daughters.

She disapproved of a good many things.

Her son’s hastily made venture. His defeat and resulting moods. Njord’s possessiveness. Mireille’s stress and how clearly she let the very concept of a man unravel her. Chacal at least had seen to her affairs and been done with it.

It didn’t matter how much she adored her children, they would never be spared judgement. She was only more careful in how bluntly she applied it.

Despite her silent notion that some of those recently taken might be better served feeding the bear than taking from them, Rosalyn assisted her wife as best she could. Today she had scaled a small portion of the lower cliffs, treading carefully, and raided a nest. One of the birds she set aside for Erzulie, the other she ate. It was unfortunate that it was too early for eggs.

Carrying her find, she made her way along the top of the cliffline, the sun warm as it sank towards the waters. Soon they would have too many to feed.