Two Rivers Isle asked what had happened this time

for a long moment erzulie considered that niamh might not relent. the buttercut gold of the other's features thinned like a pulled rope, and then her expression became something lesser, something that gave the harlot an assurance of no attack. "i am."
like that, the threat of teeth at the back of rusalka dropped. erzulie was not so foolish as to believe every former redhawk — or firebird — might allow them their place in this forest. but the feud had been centered in niamh.
"firefly." she had never known him by ambrose; she had only known him for the littering of scars through his pelt, how he had run from them in the end.
a twitch of her dark ears. "how you be knowin' dat name?" did erzulie understand? some inkling, but she shoved it away, willing this both to be so and not.