Dragoncrest Cliffs mindful of neither her child

"hello, njord," the obsidian purled as the red-tail came up beside her. his words shimmered with praise, and she luxuriated catlike beneath them. 
"not dis time," she sighed. "i have been mot'er t'ree times now. mot'er to ten children." a quirk of her lips. "it never is easier when dey slip away. de sea calls dem early, an' off dey go."
erzulie did not think the brood she carried would be different, but now in the contemplation of it, she had discovered peace.