she tracked reyes' scent as far as she dared, standing with dismay at the edge of another plateau.
she hated their flat surfaces.
she hated losing her sons.
the sun arced into a sunflower billow that turned the sea to cold, and erzulie was still, gazing off to where she assumed her troubled boy had gone, and thinking of the boyish brother scarab who had never quite belonged to rusalka.
but her heart ached for them both,
and she wept.