Blacktail Deer Plateau I've got a jar of dirt!

all erzulie could hope was that whatever had changed reyes outside the teekon would not plague him forever. that her boy would eventually return to her arms. and she would hope that against the reason of his age, the likelihood that as he grew older, reyes would become more distant.
she had already lost one son to the wilds.
"kaisteloki, it sounds," the harlot murmured pleasantly, intrigued that he had gone far. "what did dis guardian say?" she inquired, lowering her head to sniff at the bark and thinking of rusalka's very own rosencrantz.