Dragoncrest Cliffs First thing I did was climb in to a rum bottle.

got carried away ok

erzulie had forgotten the demands of so many children.
she had been lucky to receive only two doted-upon daughters last season, both of which occupied her mind as one newborn or another crammed against her teats. golden nieve and golden solaire, gone. she imagined the same for coraline.
in those faces she had seen herself.
and two of them had already gone away, early, to escape the first face that had made them.
she imagined this, and soon fell into a mournful mien. she had been so much younger, it felt, with her first. body more robust and prepared for the endless drain.
erzulie was not recovering well, but she found this to be a source of irritation. bleeding she could staunch; sickness she could quell. this she could not stop.
this year, rosalyn would not nurse her own litter alongside erzulie's. it was the first year for it that they had been together, and she did not at all enjoy the new and specific loneliness.
she seized upon the first opportunity that came to leave her children, racked with guilt but needing the touch of the guiding sea to explore the new sensation. she went at once to the salt, neither searching for raimo nor expecting him to be there when she glided silkenly from the sea, streaming and gasping in an open and orgiastic sort of release. eyes narrowed coldly to find herself having stumbled upon a man no less, though it was tempered as she looked to the swathes cut into the sand, and the way raimo seemed consumed by the ocean in a way that she would never be. "an impressive job," she commented, proceeding to swing her chai-tea pelt until it settled in spikes along the body still holding the curve of where her cubs had been carried.