Ankyra Sound our time is short, the horsemen ride

"clementine, where are your ... the others?" erzulie murmured breathlessly. her daughter was close; that was all to truly matter. and the others — oh! where had rosalyn gone? where could she be now amid the churning of the earth? for clementine's sake, the harlot steeled herself and offered a gentle smile. 
"we be goin' on a little trip, outside rusalka," she purled, beginning to double back along her tracks in search of her other wayward children. clementine had only just returned; erzulie would not lose her again.