Dragoncrest Cliffs but i say it is what one loves

yes, she knew, and she did not like it. valravn was a child of the sea. whatever resistance he held now was in direct opposition to this fact. but erzulie understood she could not order such things in her boy; it would not do to demand answers of questions for which she had no rebuttal.
"tell me what de sea has done to you," the obsidian opted softly, seeking his beautiful eyes if he would allow it. valravn; she ached to know that in him was the amalgamation of seawater and devout foam-worship, but in him also was a resistance to the legacy for which he had been finely made.
what nurturing must be done to soften him to their silent and most constant companion?