Blacktail Deer Plateau His son would think his father could do no wrong

ah — little nieve. still a believer in a possibility that erzulie had long since cast aside. she gazed at the girl a moment, then turned her expression toward the churned sea.
"not for some time, mon cœur," she sighed listlessly into the cool air.
"we be learnin' how to get along wit'out it now." without the sea, without rosalyn, without scarab, marisol.
wanting to turn nieve from the heavy dreariness of their current situation, erzulie canted her head. "in de meantime, if you could live anywhere else, what would you want dat place to look like?"