Seaside Moors many wreaths of roses

When their mother arrived home, Arcelia was asleep; undisturbed by the approach, she dreamed freely. She dreamed of following after her mother and seeing all that she did, of the wonders she was sure she was missing out on. But those dreams were not able to linger for long, the sound of her sister gnawing on something rousing her; she rolled over and attempted to find sleep once more but, despite her best efforts, she could not return to her nap when her mother’s voice tickled her ears.

Rolling once more, the hooded child looked to Erzulie curiously, trying (and failing) to understand her. For now, beyond her wide-eyes, she gave no other indications that she’d awoken.