Seaside Moors Cause back where I come from, man, we're laughing at you

She hated it. When she expounded on all the reasons she hated it, she hated it more.

Reaching into Erzulie's embrace, Raleska unleashed a shaky breath that scarcely communicated how threadbare her composure was. Erzulie's matter-of-fact delivery was exactly what the young Eyjolfur needed, despite the fact she hadn't wanted to hear any of it. As always, the maven was right.

Pulling away and hiding the glittering of her gaze, Raleska glanced out to the sea with another heavy sigh. There was no use lamenting things weren't fair: she had been stupid, and this was the price. "Plan how? Like where they're born, or... do you mean something else?"