Dragoncrest Cliffs butterfly wings

it was a good question. "you should know her name. she might come to you here. in dis place. but she will not choose to be your lwa." erzulie tipped her face up into the breeze. "you know her t'rough t'ings of beauty. purple. pink. leave beautiful objects inside her veve. she will give some message to you."
the obsidian was pleased that her son was taking such a concrete interest in these old ways.
"look to storms for your rituals. sometimes when de sea an' de rain be risin', dat be when de power is most fierce. but be careful. de win' will not be kin' if you are reckless."
"if you seek peace, look for still days wit' as much sun as you can. dis favours de lwa of warmt' an' light." she paused, glancing toward sobo.