Dragoncrest Cliffs saltwater

jorunn was not greeted with words or touches, anything of the sort. but she was not driven away either.

erzulie may have been fishing, but jorunn felt like a doe. timid and lean, careful of her footing and surroundings.

but this doe had never been scared of the hunters.

it is good to see you, she offered first, eyes respectful in their gazing but undeniably filled with a lighter look that had been absent for some time.