Dragoncrest Cliffs deity of scars

the man of moongold to his credit was silent, even when chacal arrived with a powerful step. mother, warrior, tanzanite; mireille watched with something almost like pleasure as her sister winnowed out this svalinn into the very atoms of his scent.
feeling the incredible power of the deepening bond between the women of sapphique, mireille looked toward chacal now. "caiaphas eyjolfur," and it sparked something primeval and remembering inside her. but perhaps her elder sister might confirm this sensation.
mireille stood against jorunn's shoulder now and regarded svalinn with interest under the iron of her gemstone eyes. "your nephew was de only man who stood wid us when de bear came." not even her own da had done that.
not da.
njord.
her eyes sparkled with enraged tears now, for sobo, for quennell; how she was desperate to know he and swordfish and stingray lived.
"you be lucky you share a name wid him." rusalka. the moors. mireille knew pieces of her history but was too incensed to put them together.