Dragoncrest Cliffs Lightning flash—

this year would be a curse.
she had hoped that it would not happen — she had expected that the disappearance of mireille might have stressed her body to —
sobo would find his mother in greatpine wildwood, weaving between the dark boles of the sea-trees. the ocean revealed itself and veiled itself, back and forth, glimpses snatched through the arboreal trees. her face was dry today, devoid of the desperate tears that had marked her during the previous day.
mireille was not inland. she was not anywhere near sapphique. she was not where avicus had claimed. the woman turned a haunted, determined gaze toward sobo as he approached, struck by how old he was now. how powerfully built. in another year, she-wolves would come for him too.
"sobo." her voice was strained. erzulie passed a brief affection to him, a bump of her forehead against his shoulder, before moving on. 
pain in her skull again, the old migraines rising, blotting her vision for a moment. her son had arrived for a reason; erzulie turned back toward him, searching his young face for any sign of hope, wishing for it.