Seaside Moors and when the MC rhyme and the DJ spin

a boy born to the ocean without a liking of the brine? erzulie did not understand it; all her brood had taken quickly to the ocean, almost as soon as they could walk without falling upon the sand. but then as he called a baleful warning to the fringe of foam, she recalled what raleska had told her regarding the circumstances of their birth, and wondered if it in some way had touched regin and valravn.
had not their father also been of the sea? erzulie did not like to think of it. raleska had given these children into the care of rosalyn; had they not been fed by both? they belonged to her. if their natal mother wished ever to reclaim them, the harlot would bid it, encourage it, but not once would they hear of that drageda cur from the lips of a rusalkan.
perhaps that was it then, too much salt for the blood. "dat be all right, valravn," she sighed, stepping back and drawing him with her. stooping again, she laved her tongue across his bruised face, seeking to balm it anew. "maybe we go home an' i get you a treatie," the jezebel clucked hopefully, thinking of the sea urchin eggs freshly laid in a cache.