Dragoncrest Cliffs la sirene

since his rescue, he'd mostly slept—deeply, at that. he was unaware of any conversations or commotions around him and @Lucette, save perhaps fleeting glimpses of faces, snippets of voices.

contrary to what you might think, his dreams were not plagued by nightmares; no, he floated through them blissfully, and when he finally woke, it was with the grogginess of a child in convalescence rather than the fright of one who's gone through something traumatic.

the first pair of eyes he found were @Mireille's, the deep sea-green pools suffused with worry as she watched her twins.

maman, lafayette croaked. his throat was very sore; even swallowing made him wince slightly. he licked dry, chapped lips and glanced around him. there were others, too, but he didn't recognize them at first.

no, wait—

erzulie. his gaze lit upon @Etienne, and—

no, etienne was to his other side.

there were two wolves near the rear of the roja den—one granme, and the other dark and sleek like his auntie @Chacal.

lafayette blinked, and they were gone.

tags for reference but no pressure to all hop in!

a quiet voice broke the brooding silence that threatened to envelope the den. val peered in to see lafayette stir, his voice a tiny croak against the feeble breeze.

val could not know that for a moment, lafayette saw the spirit of others. he moved closer, eyes wide with concern as he shared a glance with mireille.

his voice a murmur, as if he was afraid the gust of his voice would be enough to knock the reedy boy over. hello, lafayette. how are you feeling?