Shadewood The way these things work out,

odd plants at the clawed feet of the pretty girl. young despite the way she carried herself, the maturity of her tones. the mention of her daughter brought a narrowing to erzulie's eyes, followed by a barely perceptible relaxation at the name of raleska. so she had known rusalkans, and been sent here.
"you be heah now," the harlot told the stranger, shifting forward to exchange her scent with the other. "an' if raleska meant for you to be wid us, you have a place."
she trusted the perception of the sea-daughter for any joiner, and assumed that her year-child would be with the girl. for now, the harlot stepped aside, inviting the woman forward. "what be your name? mine is erzulie."