Dragoncrest Cliffs in a black four-seater

she sunk into the woman who held her now. jorunn had grown too tired of crying and screaming. ran raw from the course of her own emotions.

it would come back, just not now. not here.

it is so good to see you, her voice a creaky thing made of old driftwood. tired and hardened.

holding mireille in her arms.

holding erzulie and rosalyn in her heart.