Dragoncrest Cliffs Blue Skies Over Our Land

erzulie drew a shuddering breath and turned her swollen eyes toward njord's stricken face. behind him she could see rosalyn, pragmatic in her observation, and somehow knowing. "she went to sleep an' stopped her breath. it was peaceful," she said on the end of a sob, reaching to the red-tail, seeking to offer him comfort.
there would be none for her.
"i need —" erzulie slithered from the den, begging silently that one or both of them take up her vigil beside haunt.
"i am going to choose a place."
she turned away from them and walked away, gait loose with anguish; she felt a thousand years old and nameless in the same sensation.
haunt's proclamation had been true. sapphique's graveyard would grow by one.