Seaside Moors My heart, my heart, my fickle heart

in the interim that followed the return of caiaphas' prodigal heir, rosalyn had moved swiftly toward childbirth, until all at once it was upon rusalka.
her wife held fast to the anguished pirate, whispering them both through immense and painful swells. midwife or no, erzulie observed that this time it had gone easier for rosalyn, and when the single little babe was brought into the world, her eyes stung with tears.
little daughter of rusalka, and her mouth trembled with quiet tears as she nuzzled her mate.