Seaside Moors there was once a poet

reyes had returned, changed, and now it seemed scarab was also. she held her child closely as he clung to her, but his voice did not rise to her ears.
erzulie realized then she had not even an idea what he might sound like, being far from a cub now.
the thought barbed her; she swallowed and nuzzled along the edge of his ear as she withdrew. 
no words. what had befallen scarab out in the world after the great shakings? the betrayal of the sea?
"ou retounen nan manman ou yo?" she inquired, desperate for the hint that he would not leave again, that he was here to remain for even a short time. that was their lot and she had accepted it: that her children would drift home at times and depart again.
she would make her peace with it when scarab had come into the moors and fallen asleep in a safe place.