Seaside Moors around your soft neck

Safe ground, now.  Rosencrantz, she answered, something new entering her expression... satisfaction.  This year, unlike last, she'd had no qualms about her choice of father.  She assumed Erzulie would approve.  He reminds me of a man I knew, once... and if this will be my last, it was a good end to it.  Finally humor.  Not the last tryst, but the last heat.  It had been too short... too late.... for her to count on another.

I think with the summer.  It was late this year.  She couldn't wait to meet them either.  And while a lot of her was afraid.... she knew she'd love them again, wholly and completely.  Just as she did Erzulie's, and just as she had all the rest.