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her breath leaves her in a melodious sigh that she hopes—or doesn't?—Erzulie does not hear. but it's loud, nonetheless, and carries. she mouths the word, but it's garbled; fitting, isn't it. . . a daughter unable to voice her own title.

it's as if she's no daughter at all.

i hyeff' ear-yee, Avicus garbles, staring out at the waves. noh' my faul'. buh. . . i hhleff.

she has come to a halt, no matter how far Erzulie has traveled. her paws sink into the damp sand, this strange sensation of cool and warm beneath her paws. she steps forward, into the surf.

lets it roll over her paws.

you mihh 'em, she continues. i mihh' my maa.