Dragoncrest Cliffs all that my heart longs for,

she was following along, fascinated by the formal nature of valravn's usually playful voice. something had come over her son, something filled with a great verve of creativity and tale-weaving. with his words also did erzulie find herself enthralled.
warring brothers, a treachery over a girl. in beautiful sentences, valravn tied together a story of regret and of romance, of tragedy and punishment. and in it were the gods, and rebirth to become snow that prowled for a lost love.
it was magnificent, and so was her boy, the spring-sward eyes dancing with the spirit of happiness that seemed to dwell at all times in his heart.
"what a storyteller you are, valravn!" erzulie exclaimed with delighted thumps of her tail. "and what a story. i too am sad dat woka died. but she became a star. a gift to be a star dat looks down every night wid de moon."