Seaside Moors Go get your wounded heart

HERE WE GO

It was time.  The wives of Rusalka moved as one, and when the challenge came, they would howl as one.  

Rosalyn kept close to @Erzulie, feeling each of their energies feed into the other with a slow, building momentum.  Her pulse pounded, but happily.  She hadn't asked for this, but the closer it came, the more she felt this might be just the opportunity they had waited for.

They'd spoken quietly into the nights preceding of plans, what might change, what to do should things go awry.  She'd spoken with the children before @Raleska took them, letting them know they would join them soon. @Chacal, @Regin, @Valravn, @Solaire, @Arcelia... it was for them, mostly, they did this.  It was time to build a legacy for their own to uphold.  Time to prove to them that their mamans were what they professed to be.

She caught Erzulie's gaze a moment, then lifted her head, howling.  Time for @Wintersbane to come and reckon with the true power in the moors.