Dragoncrest Cliffs bittersweet, irresistible, a crawling beast

erzulie did not speak for a moment. she did not look toward meerkat. the profile of the matriarch remained serene. "i t'ink when you love someone who loves de sea, you must always accept dat it be possible de water takes dem too."
she had no platitudes for meerkat. erzulie lived herself by realism. pragmatism. "my son, scarab, from my first litter, was taken by de sea. de soun' flooded. he was swept out."
she drew a steady breath. "he did come back, meerkat, but he was different. not de same."
her belief in the power of the waves had become stronger in that moment. the ocean took. the ocean changed. the lap of salt was eternal, even shaping stone.
"i have seen njord travel to an' fro. i have seen him return." her voice remained even. "an' i do not t'ink he would have abandoned any of you." so meerkat must draw her own conclusions.
erzulie invited her closer, if the other woman wished, lending her presence as a motherly shadow.