with reyes and nieve assigned tasks that would take them from the territory for the next several days, erzulie turned her mind to her quiet watercolor daughter. she was without nieve's inquisitiveness, without reyes' latent ferocity. she must too be gone, but the harlot thought carefully of what she might ask.
she had given but one reason to herself for why her children must leave the plateau, but erzulie was nothing if not careful, overly cautious to a fault. who knew how many wolves the sisters had gathered? she would not have her cubs here if conflict returned.
decided, erzulie called for @Clementine, two-toned eyes shimmering. perhaps she should have asked that the girl gather the bark, but too late for that now.