Seaside Moors and what did i especially desire

There were things to be admired about both of her mothers. Erzulie and Rosalyn were wildly different from each other, but they had managed to build a structurally sound home for those who gathered beneath them. This in itself was worth note – even the young siren did not fail to see that her parents had done a fine job with the circumstances that had been handed to them. Though she did not often think to the future, Gin wondered if she might inherit their resilience as she grew older.
 
The invitation for play was not ignored. When Gin had chewed down the meaty portions of her treat, she looked at the unappealing lump of bloody leftovers with a scrutinizing stare. There wasn’t anything left on it that would distract her for any amount of time, so she turned her attention back to Erzulie with a daring glint in the yellow of her eyes. The invitation to play was welcome.
 
The siren crouched down into a hunter’s stance and prowled toward Erzulie eagerly.