Seaside Moors from the sky through the middle air

erzulie smiled; the wind lashed against the corners of her mouth, and it tasted of home, of the honeyed heatherflowers and the entanglements of lemon balm, growing on the knolls here and there. at their back a vast land, but the moorlands were eternal and great and belonged all to them.
"up heah," erzulie urged, climbing to the highest point of the rendezvous. "if you look in any direction, you can see de wolves in rusalka." she began to point out their distant forms here and there, wishing in this moment that she might see one of the older brood arriving, but knowing she would not. "an' you can see de storms roll in from de sea."