Dragoncrest Cliffs bòn volonte

now, only time would tell mireille.
rosalyn rested. jorunn was not there. brow furrowed, the obsidian hunted for the scent of her mothers' wife until it disippated amid the sands.
sorrow clutched her. suppose the loss of erzulie had been too much.
sighing, she informed @Chacal with a murmur, and then in a fit of necessary adrenaline, she ran right along, searching for @Wing.
she had missed the delicate creature, and was all the more determined to deepen their friendship.