Seaside Moors the paint could peel, the glass could shatter

Just a drink, came her reply, and he briefly wondered if it would end there. But her words continued, ending instead with a comment he was puzzled by until the realisation dawned on him. “Will you be staying with Erzulie a lot?” he asked, curious of how it all worked. How long until they were both less to be seen? Considering the future further, Aningan tilted his head as a silent invitation was extended, before making to begin walking; if her chances to walk would soon be limited, then taking advantage of the current moment seemed ideal.

As he took a few steps, he was quiet—but it was short-lived. “Will I be staying with you two, also?” he asked, glancing her way. “To help with… them?” Could he help? And if so, how? Aningan could not remember the days when he had a father of his own, nor had he any figure of the sort to look back on. These were uncharted waters and he couldn’t help but feel as if each and every wave wished to drag him under.