Dragoncrest Cliffs sharing tree shade with a butterfly

erzulie did not expect what came from sobo.
and yet she was not surprised. this son of theirs had been the most involved in sapphique. she had grown accustomed to their boys dispersing early, and yet here sobo was, asking to tie himself further into the ranks.
she loathed herself for the glissade of resistance she felt at once to the idea. it stemmed from firefly and aningan and wintersbane and all the men who had ever seen fit to dominate rusalka.
the characterization of no men had marked sapphique ever since.
erzulie was wise. she understood that refusal would mean the end of sobo's trust in them, and perhaps the beginning of a deep hurt that would drive him from their shores.
it would only be tradition which kept her from saying otherwise, and had he not set it in his decision to stay close? to support?
erzulie blinked. "yes. i say yes." she paused. "de rank of jade."
she could not remember if it had been used before. mireille and her sister would be supported by their brother occupying this rank.
"i am going to bring it to chacal," she said at last. rosalyn was his mother, but their daughter helped to helm this pack. her input was valuable. but somehow erzulie did not expect chacal to be against it.
softly she shifted toward rosalyn. "mireille be a year old, over it. i am stepping down, an' it is to be wid you. it does not feel right to be wit'out you." her eyes searched the scarred face of her wife, the visage she had adored and did adore and would adore; her gaze filled with love and the request that rosalyn understand.