Seaside Moors why did i call again,

so commanded, so charmed, erzulie gave a light laugh of surprise. "it be like dat, eh?" she teased back toward her youngest. chacal's silence seemed not so daunting now; the babe was more than able to convey what she wished, in a flourish specifically for her own desires.
she began the song once more, relaxing into the familiar notes. at one time, this had been a melody strummed into her young ears by marie, an aria to delight erzulie, bring laughter, prepare her for what was to come. there had been no fear in marie, she recalled now; no fear, and no desire to teach it.
erzulie shut her eyes, willing away the memories gathering frayed and lacework against her voice.