Dragoncrest Cliffs when it's time to get ill, we'll be so ahead of time --

"it be de sea air," mireille declared.
she sat near val, though not so near, playing with the children as they drifted to and fro on their various errands. "i am still sad," the obsidian said with her usual directness. "i visit de graves. i t'ink de hardes' t'ing be dat neither of dem, nor sobo, met my children."
a breath to ground.
"but i have accepted dat."
she remained in scarlet profile.
"an' i have decided i will have more children in de name of rosalyn an' erzulie."
and this time, her forested gaze did find val, things unsaid needing no utterance.