Seaside Moors and then my eyes go dark,

"de tide pools, an' de little sandbars," she told her sungold daughter. "many times, de sea will roll a body dere dat cannot roll back." whales. dead seals. the odd giant fish from some depths a wolf could not reach. erzulie shared a fair portion of nieve's worries, but the sea had not failed rusalka in her bounty.
but it took scarab.
a shiver passed over her spine, which she sought to hide with a soothing roll of her shoulders. "nous resterons forts, ma fleur de mer," the harlot purred, kissing her daughter's cheek lightly. rusalka was still worthy of hope, and erzulie would hold the standard to their end.