Blacktail Deer Plateau I deserved that one.

He was frowning, looking very much like his father - not that he would know that.

Fine. Tell them to come, but if they don't want to, we don't want them anyway. He was speaking quickly, not thinking through any piece that he offered. His voice was tinged in annoyance but more than that, a sense of authority that didn't suit him. He shrugged his shoulders and stared at the distant undulation of the trees where they split from the hillside, but glanced to the ground after a moment, bothered by the mess of green-on-black that hazed his vision. 

It was so contained here. Didn't anyone else feel stifled by these trees? By the sameness everywhere?

Why are you so afraid? He judged her openly, harshly, with a jab of his voice - because that's how he perceived her disinterest in their home, as fear of the sea and all that the lifestyle entailed. He was reminded suddenly of what Erzulie had said to him -- ask your mother -- and blurted witih more tenderness than he meant to, what did the sea ever do to you?