Two Rivers Isle asked what had happened this time

erzulie, for a moment, wanted to fling niamh's words back into the gold-gleaming face. he had been a brave wolf to rusalka, but a cowardly sire in the end; he had run away from all his children the hour that both she and rosalyn had entered their trials. he had never come back, and then they had found him dead.
but perhaps firefly had been a good brother, a better sibling to niamh than he had been father to the firebird's nieces and nephews. opting only to nod with an agreement she did not feel, erzulie turned her attention toward the other mention.
"a child, carried by de river. she was washed up not far from heah." turning, a gesture of slim muzzle toward the forest on the other side of the waters. "i had wondered but ... wanted to be sure she did not catch a fever from de ordeal."
cinnamon auds now swiveling toward niamh.
"dis be somet'ing you know about?"