Dragoncrest Cliffs butterfly wings

erzulie wondered if some part of her lived in fear for the day that her sons would disperse. her daughters might well stay. but she wondered if like njord, loko and sobo would want other things. she could not blame them for it, if it came to that day. 
when she had traversed from the sound back to the cliffs, she sought her second boy and was pleased to find his trail leading inland. more settled than roaming sobo. maybe it was the fact that they no longer searched for mireille.
she came up beside him, butting him lightly along his cheek. "bon lachas." erzulie passed her gaze out over the lake.