Dragoncrest Cliffs mythmaker

erzulie, who had borne so many children, felt she understood the specific longing upon jorunn's face. she allowed the sea-winds to smooth them both, facing out toward the cold water of the bay.
"it be a world of hurt to watch a child walk away. look at meerkat," erzulie observed. "mercy has gone to travel. letting her go was an agony to her mot'er." she inhaled, shut her eyes. "even when you want dem to go. even when you love dem so dearly you know dis be t'ere happiness."