Seaside Moors We built this right, so nothing's ever gonna move it

She liked the thought, but wondered if he would.  He'd seemed so startled by the thought of assigning a second... only by her prompting had he elevated them.

Erzulie's next words made her laugh softly.  Aye.  She agreed, returning the guesture by leaning in close as well.  For us it is enough.  But is it for them?  Their children... and the new.  She wanted to make Rusalka a place where they too were content.  She'd found a rock in her wife to anchor against, but it seemed all of their progeny drifted.  What would anchor them?