Shadewood and you, o blessed goddess

the rain would not keep them away forever. she nodded at her wife's observation regarding solaire. from place to place she did not wish to move them, but it seemed rusalka was doomed to a nomadic nature no matter their best efforts to extend roots into the ground. 
"there be so much lan' to explore," the harlot sighed then, gesturing to the expanse beyond them. "an' yet i am content to see none of it. to live out my days heah." what could such places offer but the threat of blood? erzulie had already decided where her bones would lie.