Seaside Moors You believe in mountains, right? Not everyone does

arcelia was an investigative sort; erzulie watched her careful explorations fondly, mouth curving in an affectionate smile at the wordless glimmer in her snowflower's eyes. "la pierre," she murmured, slipping closer to lie alongside arcelia.
she resembled aningan a great deal, already; it remained to be seen if she would inherit the sea-woman's build or that of her polar father. "maybe you will be a great bear like him," erzulie murmured aloud. a strange thing, to wish the sire of her daughters close this year. and rosalyn too, seemed content with his involvement. it was a warm thing, at the end of it all, a welcome sensation.