Ankyra Sound and the cries of your writhings shall rise

um neverrrrr

She could tell the story brought pain being told, but she told it, and Rosalyn was glad.  She moved over next to Erzulie and pressed close, but was silent as she took it in.

There was a lot to be felt with that, and the first she felt awful for.  Jealousy.  Imagine, being so loved that a wolf would throw away their entire life for the chance to be with you.  It was the very thing both of her parents had failed to do, and hearing Erzulie speak of it with such love and loss in her voice made Rosalyn ache for it.  She had no idea if either of her parents were dead; she assumed so.  But the difference was she had no reason to care.

He sounds like a wolf worth knowing. And remembering, she thought, considering hers and Caiaphas' conversation on names.  It was too late now, and she wondered if perhaps her wife's family did not do such things.  Such reminders could be painful too.

She fell quiet after that, letting the bitterness over her own resurface and then fall away wordlessly.  She was grateful Erzulie had shared it regardless.