Golden Glade Teach and tell me,

Raleska's diction stayed the pied woman, who uttered something incomprehensible in response. The Eyjolfur's gaze cut to Grimnismal accusingly, half expecting protest -- only to see she was sitting pretty as ever, awkwardly out of the picture.

Good.

Back to Niamh. Raleska wasn't sure what to expect; she had just given a hell of a lot of bad news. Her brow lowered in confusion as Niamh drew a serpentine around them -- no doubt trying to curb her emotions.

That was the thing about emotion; it was quick to flare and quick to be buried -- but make no mistake, it would be back, most likely in the hour Niamh was alone and most vulnerable. Only then, these emotions would have teeth.

Raleska had to think about Firefly, and all of his kids -- had he not acted as donor to her mamans? Younger Raleska thought that was strange; older Raleska thought Firefly was just ready to put his dick into anything warm (steady, Raleska -- who are you?). She chased away the uncharitable thought, recounting what she knew. "He had children with --" Was it wise to tell Niamh now? "Rosalyn and Erzulie."

Raleska was going to leave it at that, but remembered some good that could be told in all this bad. "One of them, my friend, is named Nieve. After you."