Dragoncrest Cliffs throwing off his purple cloak

erzulie's eyes prickled with sudden tears of pride. chacal was radiant. diplomatic. she found a way to include the siblings, and then her own — her own departure from leadership.
the woman breathed out.
it was time. it was time, and chacal had provided the way. erzulie did not hide the glint of saltwater in her eyes from her child. "we will be de rubies, den," she agreed. 
mireille! children, in the year to come! she was overwhelmed and overjoyed, belatedly nodding to chacal's question. "you an' mireille, equal. an' sobo, to be your advisor."
in him the lwa had chosen to be known, and so this too would aid sapphique.
she sighed, swallowing, looking toward the sea. "i t'ink loko be like his fat'er. a wanderer." too wild for leadership, at least in this year, but always with the ocean swells moving, burning like salt and ambition.
she was thoughtful. pensive.