Ankyra Sound now I wish to piss on his parade.

he was a good leader, a strong son. would that her own children would have half his resolve, erzulie pledged to herself, whispering it down into the marrow of her, into her core where they lay between her bones waiting to be born. rosalyn meant well, she knew, but her wounded pride would not allow her to conceptualize that now. "t'ank you for telling me, illidan," she murmured softly. "if dere was evah a need for a coup," erzulie added wryly, "i would be your quartermaster." 
the brief language of pirates stirred her heart, the passage of her soul; she sighed and a weariness crossed her face. "i will not run from drageda again." and surely he felt the same, true as the old earth beneath their feet.