Cerulean Cape [m] We had a place that we could call "home".

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Without the responsibility of leadership heavy on his shoulders nor the threat of Drageda to root him to the Sound, Firefly expected to feel free; soon enough Erzulie's children would be earth-side and roaming the sand, and he knew that truthfully he had never been more anchored in his life. Maybe that was what drove him to departing the Sound in the early hours. He'd slept among the black pines along the plateau above the beach and when first light came, he was gone.

Firefly liked to think he knew himself. He saw himself as a warrior and protector, even perhaps a pirate, and told himself he was not the type to run from his problems. He wasn't like Rosalyn, who put her unborn at risk time and again — but he knew deep down he did not have the same fixation on the children he helped to create, not really. He told himself again and again that it was his duty to protect them, and he lorded his position over those women — determining that they should flee their home on his command, which was wrong. It was all wrong.

So he ran. The cape prevented him from going further, so he stared out at the emptiness of the open sea — the dark islands on the horizon — and contemplated what he would do next.