Dragoncrest Cliffs This island our prison, our home.

erzulie had not been there for it, but she wondered if they had all suffered in their own way. it was a great failure, one she had internalized. it lay beneath her breast with regin's disappearance.
her ears twitched, bringing the woman back into the present, and bit by bit her smile of amusement unfurled across her face. suzu was the picture of inquisitiveness and erzulie did have a soft spot for the child they had watched round the proverbial clock, for fear she would not survive.
"i t'ink yes," she said after a moment. "i like urchin eggs. i like to get dem for your granman rosalyn." a thought touched her. "i have dem, as a treatie for you today. but maybe ano'ter, i teach you how dey be harvested, oui?" she brushed a breath across suzu's ears, seeking to tickle.