Blacktail Deer Plateau I could use a day or two

"li pa enpòtan," erzulie whispered fiercely, leaning into the scarce-bound embrace of her wife. "ou isit la kounye a."
scarab, reyes, nieve, marisol, clementine — how many would be lost? how many might return?
she began to weep then, openly, brokenly, as she had not before her little ones before. the dam stemming all that she had felt and forced herself to hold was shattering, pouring from her eyes in hot salt that laced through the fur of the pirate's shoulder.