Seaside Moors and when the MC rhyme and the DJ spin

valravn performed a great fall over himself, and erzulie spat aside the last mouthful. "what be de matter, boy?" she demanded, not harshly, as she reached to nudge him and clean the water from his muzzle. alas, the crab still clutched its literal pound of flesh, and she glanced toward the pool again.
"you scared of de water?" she inquired, turning her mismatched gaze back to the boy. "de water be a good t'ing," and she bent to croon toward him again, kissing his cheeks until his tears had abated.