Two Rivers Isle asked what had happened this time

She could feel Erzulie searching for resemblance in her features, but she herself had never really noticed too many physical similarities- aside from the golden hairs that decorated his nape- but they'd been similar enough in personality...Though Erzulie had seen Niamh's fangs more than she'd seen any trace of her personality, up until this moment. So when she mentioned the word family, Niamh cackled, her ears flicking back. She hadn't expected Erzulie to say that- or have a sense of humour. "Your words," She said. 

Erzulie patiently bode her time, and Niamh- hoping the silence might beg more information from the odd-eyed beauty. And she would be told that her brother had fathered five children- a feat that made her smile, though the expression was somewhat pained to hear that the majority of the kids had dispersed. Those kids were her blood alright- so easily swept away by fanciful winds. She heaved a sigh that fell flush against clenched teeth. "They do that." She said ruefully, considering she was no stranger to the feeling of waking up in the morning, and realizing that a child had run off. 

She nodded solemnly when Erzulie mentioned Ambrose's death, but offered no reply. It was too painful to speak of, now that his death had come with such finality. The sea wolf had nothing else to add, but Niamh- having grown up alongside Ambrose, had known him as a kindred spirit. "He was a great brother." She replied softly. "And would've made a great father."