Ankyra Sound angels clawed with burnished wings still loyal kiss the seal

caiaphas should never have been toppled. firefly's reasons for doing so were suspect, and erzulie would have respected no explanation from the scarred man. but more than that, her bitterness toward rosalyn's elevation and her meetings with firefly had caused a great sort of bitter distrust in the harlot's chest, far stronger than she cared to admit.
hackles raised as rosalyn renounced her title first in words, then stalked away to sing it to the rest of rusalka. so she was not to be considered there, either? erzulie stared at the sand, then at the seawitch, perhaps unseeingly as the babies kicked within her.
"i did not want dis," she sighed, more to herself than to caiaphas. "i am tired of running. we ran from de bear dat scattered ironsea. we ran from de redhawk wolves down de coastline." a fierce expression was turned to the wounded woman, but the two-toned eyes brimmed with tears that threatened to run over. "i am so tired of running. i want to live."