Dragoncrest Cliffs our hands are tied here if we stay

"go in peace." she watched if the girl turned away, heading from their borders, and then shot a glance to njord. "i hope she be back. she has a sister an' a brot'er here," the obsidian observed. "but maybe not it will be too painful." a sigh swelled her flanks.
she cast a smirk now toward her red-tailed companion. he and rosencrantz had spent a great deal of time together before the archangel's death, and in his silent stoicism could the harlot now see the effect such interludes had given.
"i found pieces of whalebone upon de beach," she commented lightly. "have you ever seen it?" inclining her head, erzulie meant njord to come with her all the same. there was always more that could be discussed with his easy spirit and her seeking nature.