Seaside Moors Go get your wounded heart

so that was it, then? he would not fight for what he had taken from aningan? rusalka was not a lark to be had on a whim; this was the place of their children, a place of history. and so offense too crept into her expression. she had thought him worthy of respect, but the past years had taught her that no man could aptly meet that standard.
the jezebel lifted her head, lip curled with disgust. whoever he had been, whoever he would be, mattered not at all. and at the end of the day, he would not be counted among their leaders, only as the one who had deposed aningan and then abandoned rusalka.
"leave den, leave an' nevah return," erzulie spat with a lash of her tail.