Dragoncrest Cliffs negativity, we just dead it like d-con

he made a few quick passes at her forelimb, snipping strands of kelp where they sat limp on the ground. bitterness tinged his tongue, but it was not from the weeds or salt.

it was from the memory of loss.

some in sapphique had lost a friend. some had lost a mother. but erzulie encapsulated so much more; sentinel, worldwalker, seastrider. it would take many lives to rebuild the institutional knowledge left in her departure.

he looked upon the ribbons of kelp - he did not even know their names or use! his throat constricted. i miss her too. the other day i— his voice nearly cracked as he gesticulated helpless. turned to show her something. only i remembered. his eyes fell to the sodden ground, sorrowed.