Blacktail Deer Plateau sets the heart in my ribcage fluttering;

the harlot nodded, a sigh slipping past her lips. "de soun' should rest now." had she her way, the place would be filled with sand and buried beneath the sea. ears twitched at the bold suggestion, and she mulled it over before ultimately settling on a wan grin.
"perhaps if i were younger." it hurt to admit, but erzulie and rosalyn had not been young when ironsea fell, older during the war with drageda, and now they both had come to a crucial point in their lives. racing into the night was a far less tempting option, not without a plan, not without support.