Alpine Lake soon she shall give them

erzulie paused, as if she was considering making mention of rowan. but it did not matter; he had been a young man, and like her own sons, had gone off to seek his future elsewhere. she could scarce hold such against him. "i do as well," the courtesan admitted instead, her gait adopting a looser speed. "de moors were so open. beautiful. but impractical when it came to de weat'er."
despite the history of the cliffs, she had come to feel affectionately on their behalf.
the forest was beginning to shift — she realized the copse was closer than she had thought, but where the scent of the firebirds should have hung, there was nothing.