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the roja's stayed busy.

jorunn picked up the tasks of seeing borders. she had come to learn that if she kept moving, the mourning could be softened some. leaving herself strewn across graves all day was no way to live.

erzulie would not want it.

but who was this woman? coming and calling, a friend. her eyes were softer upon the bloodstripe woman than they would have been against a male visitor.

i do not know you. and despite the exhaustion hinging on her words, she left room for the young woman to introduce herself.