Dragoncrest Cliffs sweetheart, i don't do shorts

it didn't take long for erzulie to greet him at the borders with a croon, that draws forth a soft wag of his tail, ears tucking against his skull in cognizance to her rank. yeah, i did. vex responds, the words feeling weighty as they pass through his lips.

while running with tartok — or some branch off, in his mind they were all the same in that way — he learned much about himself ...even if he was still left with more questions then answers when it came to kaertok.

but — he stumbles on his words, breath catching in his throat when it came to admitting his feelings. uh, it wasn't home. and somewhere during his short stay here, vex had come to think of sapphique as home. and then there was the whole missing the hell outta haunt thing, but that was another matter entirely.

the trip wasn't total crap but ... he gives a slumping shrug of his shoulders as if to finish what he'd been trying to say: that he was homesick.