Dragoncrest Cliffs She says if you're not here, at least make sure you miss me

in time chacal nuzzled closer, and erzulie kissed her between the ears. "you be carryin' little ones, i expect," the obsidian said with a broad smile. the sickness was the precursor. a den was another. she looked softly at the new glow carried by the tanzanite.
erzulie was curious about who chacal had chosen, but it made little difference. naming the man might give a mother's head the thought he should be involved. she expected her daughter to rear them in the feminine safety of their cliffs, without input or the presence of another man. look at njord. her own sons loved him but now they would watch as their father built a true life with meerkat. it was one he deserved. but if she had chosen outside the pack then they would not have had to witness.
she swept her mind on. "de sea mallow be good for nausea. an' de purple kelp near de nort' side of de beach, dried and powdered, relaxes de smoot' muscle, when it comes time."