Dragoncrest Cliffs the devil in the belfry

the summoning of the red siren brought the obsidian awake. she shook herself free of the warm and growing bodies slung over and beside her, and allowed a footpath to carry her toward the summons.
the wind played upon the edges of the hardened young woman. erzulie drew alongside and turned her own mismatched gaze out over the sea.
the scent of redwood trees surrounded them. she glanced slowly to the hunter, but did not seek to hurry either of them.
the aroma of hare's-blood filled the spaces between.