Dragoncrest Cliffs but i say it is what one loves

erzulie wanted at once to ask the why of it. but she kept her rein handled; she could not frighten him away from what she wanted to hear. and yet with all her restraint she simply could not understand how a son of the sea should loathe the very water to which he was born.
perhaps, it was not for her to understand. this was beyond comprehension, and it was something only valravn could translate for himself.
and so the harlot asked no more of him; she made as if to brush his shoulder if allowed. "i worry dat if you do not learn how to live wid de sea, you might be lost to it. each day dat u do not swim, you grow more resistant to being in de water." 
scarab — but he had come back.
she could not again lose a son that way, even for a moment.
"but i cannot make you do anyt'ing dat you do not want to do. i can only tell you dat it is not a shameful t'ing if you want me to go out into de ocean wit' you."