Seaside Moors the sky is so tragically beautiful

her children were old enough now to sleep for longer stretches of time, though erzulie kept herself close at hand. it was convenience or the work of the loa that had set her already upon a short patrol when rosencrantz sent a summons for her.
with quiet clementine keeping a watchful eye upon her sisters, the voodooiene paced herself at a worthwile gait to the borders, where she gave the archangel an affectionate butt of her crown before turning mismatched gaze upon the stranger before them.
here too, an asymmetry. she hummed beneath her breath, keeping silent as she drank in the silent violence of his powerful build. this one was dangerous. but he was also imbued with a strength erzulie recognized as beyond this coil.
"what be your name?" she uttered in a firm tone, seeking the blanched-purple glint of the newcomer's face.