Blacktail Deer Plateau Maybe some things never change

moments flickered; she considered rosalyn's inquiry a long time. the sea had given erzulie such bounty, but then it had ripped all from her breast in a felcast swoop of wrath.
"de salt will always beckon me," she murmured at last, words caught, muted by the wind.
"but i do not need to answer," the jezebel added slowly, a hint of pain in her voice, shimmering upon the sheen of her mismatched eyes. "you are my home. not de sea."