Dragoncrest Cliffs in hell i'll be in good company

"loko! @Sobo!" erzulie shouted over the crash of the clasping storm clawing across the cliffs. "@Coraline! mireille!" rain sliced into her eyes; she narrowed her gaze, soaked to the marrow by the driving rain "get to de tunnel! now!"
she cried now for @Njord, for @Chacal, for @Hermes, for @Hollis.
erzulie did not want to hide among the pines; she could hear the tearing creak of the limbs.
nor the saltmarsh, it would be too fragile.
the tangle, too treacherous; it must be the long stone hallway with light at two ends.
they would have to crowd together within, but she believed it would fit them until the storm had passed.
she stood at its entrance, calling into the teeth of the storm and hoping fervently she would be heard.