Seaside Moors suddenly sallower than summer grass,

she knew them by voice now, and slipped down from her perch to re-enter the den. "mwen isit la ti bebe mwen an," erzulie breathed, a voice from the swamplands wherein marie had spread out white wings and found her.
she looked upon little solaire and smiled. "you already gonna be a hot wind," the courtesan pronounced, her kiss moving from the reddish child to the sleeping pale arcelia.