Dragoncrest Cliffs deity of scars

she snipped with a sound that might be considered laughter. the first bout of it following the bear. yet it was an achy, tired sound. short lived for the relief of her ribs.

at least, she thought, this man had enough sense to gather some bluntness about him. to speak the truth of his intentions a bit better. his mother a siren. she thought of erzulie and sobo longingly — the only thing that could have softened her at all.

fine. begrudgingly, but perhaps just a mere degree warmer than before. you should speak to @Chacal or @Mireille. she tilted her head back to call specifically for them now, hoping one might be free to come see this svalinn.

but for now, he was still stuck with her. jagged jorunn who had moved into the place of a once more forgiving, softer woman.