Seaside Moors and what did i especially desire

The troubling thoughts that plagued her mother figure were thoughts that likely had no real foundation. Gin knew very little about the family that she came from – those who had created and birthed her into the world. She knew only of the care she had received from Erzulie and Rosalyn and the siblings that she had been brought up alongside, treated no different than the others. There was likely nothing that would turn her from the home they had crafted in Rusalka.
 
Once permission had been granted, Gin eagerly bent to lick up what she could. The taste of the marrow was surprisingly savory to the pup. After several minutes of working to clean it, she pulled back and glanced up to Erzulie while licking her chops excitedly. “More?” she asked, tone almost like honey. The daring glint in her gaze would have been the only thing to betray that.