Seaside Moors why did i call again,

erzulie, if she must choose, knew in this moment that the moors had failed as their homestead when nieve had never returned and raleska had only come back after her children had been born. but she had come back, the harlot reminded herself. golden-child nieve — it had been unlike her to depart abruptly, and at last erzulie allowed herself to contemplate a worst fate for the yearling than she had considered before.
but she was not long for it! a sound, downy and new-fledged; a swell of notes followed by the pattern of lyrical imprint. a smile, rounding her cheeks until they bore proudly the tears that had rushed to the mismatched gaze.
chacal had never before spoken; she was silent in a household of many tongues. but now erzulie saw that her worry had not been necessary, and, grinning, she picked up the next verse in her own rum-sweet tones, encouraging her youngest daughter with a nudge of her cinnamon muzzle.