Dragoncrest Cliffs sing me a song of a lass that is gone

njord's call made the day feel lighter. 
erzulie understood rosalyn's feelings upon the matter. she herself and chacal had accepted this chance, and so would her wife. the captain had always been ready to defer such things into the judgement of her mate.
njord's call brightened the skies and reminded erzulie that despite whatever change had come to sapphique, newness would overlay the already existent strength and loyalty of what they had built.
there was nothing in her but a soft joy and the lingering, sorrowful hope for mireille; the obsidian came to a small rise and then trotted to meet the pair. from this distance the bright red of njord's tail was visible.
she paused amid the rolling waves of snow to call back, voice singing meerkat's name into the wind.
and when erzulie drew closer, it was with waving tail and gentle nudges for the golden wolfess, establishing the pinesalt scent of sapphique amid the silken fur.
"welcome," she would murmur, her expression genuine.