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coraline.
she had thought the girl dispersed with the others, but it seemed her acceptance had been premature. the woman stopped for dried kelp, for her last holdings of yarrow, for the black seeds of oblivion. she knew that her daughter would not be alone when she arrived, but relief filled her all the same. another call, this time from her son.
chacal, loko, sobo. she swept among them. coraline bled and burned with a trembling that would swiftly become a fever if they did not work quickly.
erzulie kissed the girl's forehead.
she nodded to sobo to remove the moss, and then began to pack the worst wound along the girl's lower back with the powdered kelp and yarrow to top. it would be agonizing. "dry moss now, if you have it," she murmured to her boy, curling around coraline with another brush to her child's face. "eat t'ese," she whispered, offering two of the seeds. she would sleep and they could work before bringing her to the roja den.
erzulie did not allow herself to panic.
yet all she could think of was the woman in the sound and her anger grew.