Ankyra Sound our time is short, the horsemen ride

her tongue swipes over her lips as her mother speaks, confused. why would the sea turn against them now, and why only when she'd worked so hard to find her way back. it is her mother's decree that rusalka is no longer safe that has her glance up, erzulie's touch a reassurance but not enough to quell the quick beat of her heart. "but it's home." she murmurs, unuttered questions behind the statement, worry and fear. surely their home must be safe, surely it must withstand? but in her heart, she knew her mother to be right. "when do we have to go?" she asks meekly, and then, "what if mama comes back and we're gone?"