Shadewood and you, o blessed goddess

"de ranks. dey should reflect de sea," she murmured. she wished for the cascade of salt to belong to them once more. the moors had become their home, but the harlot knew when the snows arrived they must once more retreat to the trees.
it was where little chacal had spent the early part of her childhood, after all. she could not deny that, no more than she could deny the ache in her breast that rusalka, truly, still did not belong to she and to rosalyn.